#kaiser-type rolls

[phandroids]

Main Dishes - Beef on Weck Recipe A simple roast beef sandwich with Buffalo, New York, local roots. Hard kaiser-style rolls known as kimmelwecks are dusted with coarse salt and caraway seeds. Regular rolls are converted into the classic weck rolls using this recipe.

[bluelockmaniac]

SPLASH .ᐟ

ft. itoshi sae, itoshi rin, michael kaiser, mikage reo, seishiro nagi, & meguru bachira (honourable mention) x fem!reader

synopsis. showering & bathing with your bllk husbands !

content warning. sfw !! suggestive but not really (?) but obviously lots of nakedness ノ pet names ノ mentions of menustral period, blood, & cramps in rin’s part ノ you scare the shit out of rin ノ itoshi brothers call you insults affectionately ノ you might have smacked sae’s butt ノgentleman reo ノ they’re all crazy rich men obsessed with you .

notes. 5.6k words (approx. 1k+ each) !

𝜗𝜚 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐄

“hmm, this should do it!” you mused, a pleased smile gracing your lips as you admired your reflection in the vanity mirror. you twirled left and right, the rose-gold satin robe flowing gracefully like liquid gold as you checked yourself from every angle.

the silk was a recent gift from sae, one he had brought back from spain, and its smooth fabric clung loosely to your body.

tonight would be like every other night when your husband was home— you were ready to indulge in your routine— taking a shower with sae. initially, you were never the clingy type, but that all changed early in your marriage;

you had accidentally walked in on him under the assumption he was still at football practice, only to be met with the sight of him under the shower, water streaming down his sculpted body. you were flashed. though startled at first, he recovered pretty quickly and nonchalantly asked you to join him as if it was the most natural thing in the world. after all, it wasn’t like it was the first time you’d seen him naked, right?

your eyes flickered to the digital display on your mirror, noting the time and cool temperature. an idea occurred to you, and you decided that maybe after the shower, you could suggest a quick dip in the pool. the weather was nice and it wasn’t too late, either.

excitedly, you rushed into the master bathroom and swung the door loudly. you caught sight of him standing beneath the showerhead in the large shower enclosure, the droplets trailing down his well-built chest, then to his toned thighs and calves, and then finally pooling at his feet. the elder itoshi’s gaze met yours and he sighed, unfazed by your entrance— this had become routine for him, too.

his eyes travelled over to the smooth robe you were wearing, immediately recognizing it as the one he had gifted you. “you look beautiful,” he said simply as he reached to turn off the water and slid open the glass door.

“thank you,” you smiled as you began to undress. the silky material slipped off your shoulders easily, bunching up at your feet on the tiled floor. he extended his hand out toward you, and you took it, stepping into the shower stall.

“careful, don’t slip,” he warned.

you rolled your eyes, giving him a light smack on his rear, which made him frown slightly– he was usually the one doing that to you, not the other way around. you slid the door closed and retorted with a cheeky grin, “please, who do you think i am?”

he flicked your forehead gently and turned the water back on. “you say that every time but somehow still manage to slip, stupid.”

as the cool water hit your skin, you looked up at sae with a pout. “baby, the water’s too cold. i’ve told you before, i’d love it if you warmed it up whenever i enter.”

“yeah, yeah, what a spoiled princess,” he muttered, shooting you a half-assed glare before adjusting the temperature to your liking. you couldn’t help but smirk. there’s something you and only you could know— sae loved to spoil you like crazy during your showers, and that is precisely why you allowed yourself to play the role of a spoiled brat, knowing he would not mind and rather entertain it.

you wrapped your arms around his waist, looking up at him and purposely fluttering your soft lashes. he grunted, recognizing the familiar look of expectation in your serene eyes. he looked up at the shelf that held various bottles of shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. 

“which body wash do you want this time?” he asked, his hand hovering over the shelf, knowing you could be indecisive. “and no being picky.”

you tapped your finger against your lips, eyeing the different scents he had spoiled you with. “hmm, i want the coconut drift, pl–” before you could finish, he was already reaching for it, “actually, i want the raspberry dreamscape.”

he narrowed his teal eyes at you but complied anyway, grabbing your light blue loofah from the hook. he squirted the raspberry-scented body wash onto it, rubbing it until it lathered into a light pink foam. he sat down on the wide bench built into the wall, pulling you by the waist until you stood right between his legs.

you looked down at him with a gentle smile, sighing softly and resting your hands on his shoulders as he scrubbed from your neck down to your abdomen. he then turned you around to scrub your back.

“sae, i know you’re taking a peek,” you teased, glancing back at him over your shoulder.

“yeah, no shit. i’m scrubbing your pretty ass right now,” he replied casually, being particularly gentle on your cheeks.

smiling, you turned back around and reached for your cherry dew shampoo, pumping some into your hands. you lathered it up before sae stood up, holding your waist and lowering his head slightly so your fingers could reach his wet, reddish hair.

“smells like you,” he murmured as you massaged your shampoo into his scalp.

“good, you’ll think of me while you’re training.”

“i do that regardless.”

his words caught you off-guard, making you fumble slightly as you ruffled his hair. “r-right…” you stammered before quickly changing the subject. “—oh, i almost forgot, do you want to go outside? the weather’s nice.”

sae moved aside the damp strands of hair clinging to your skin and planted a light kiss on the side of your neck. “alright,”

as you followed him out of the enclosure, your wet foot accidentally slipped on the polished floor tiles. you panicked, squeezing your eyes shut, bracing yourself for the fall, but instead of hitting the solid floor, you felt a pair of strong hands catch you. sae steadied you and then handed you a towel to dry off.

“told you you’d manage to slip this time, too,” he added, slipping on his velvety, crimson robe with a smirk that only fueled your embarrassment.

“ugh…” you groaned as you wrapped yourself in your rose-gold robe. you looked up at him, then without a word, hugged him tightly. “carry me.”

he rolled his eyes, but you found yourself pressed up against his chest in less than a moment, his arms wrapped securely around you. your arms clung around his neck, and your legs linked tightly around his waist.

“why did i marry you, again?” he asked, pinching your side lightly.

you buried your face into the crook of his neck and he could feel you grin against his skin. “because you love me.”

“. . . unfortunately.”

𝜗𝜚 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐑𝐈𝐍

“i thought i told you to get up,” rin grumbled, looming over the bed where you were cuddled comfortably under the duvet. “you’re lucky i’m even taking time out of my day to help you.”

you burrowed yourself deeper into the bed, pulling the duvet over your head to avoid his gaze. “i don’t want to move!” you protested, and even that subtle movement sent a sharp pain through your abdomen, making you wince at your cramps’ unbearable pain. “and besides, that's the bare minim–”

unimpressed, rin rolled his eyes and yanked the blanket off your face, gently lifting you up into his arms. your legs dangled over his elbows as he held you close. “i’ve already prepared the bath.” he said softly.

you tried to resist, throwing weak punches at his chest with your fists, but it was no use. you gave up and fell limp against his chest. the pain was too much, too uncomfortable, and the idea of being spoiled by your husband, even for a little while, was pretty tempting. 

still, you weren’t going to surrender completely without a fight. as you buried your face into his chest, an ominous smile tugged at your lips— a smile rin which knew all too well, one that made him visibly nervous. it was the kind of smile that meant you had something up your sleeve.

“i don’t know what you’re thinking of, but seriously, forget it,” he warned, eyeing you suspiciously. you responded by giving him an innocent kiss on the cheek, causing him to pause and narrow his turquoise eyes. “dammit.”

your husband set you down on the bathroom counter and began unbuttoning your floral pajama top, pulling it over your head. you gripped the edge of the counter for support, tipping your head back slightly as he leaned in to plant a soft kiss onto your neck. 

while rin busied himself with discarding the rest of your clothes, you slyly reached out and grabbed the white, gold-rimmed bin filled up with lotions, moisturizers, essential oils, and various other bath products. pretty normal, nothing suspicious so far. you peered into it, a giggle escaping your lips as you spotted this evening’s target: a bath bomb.

but this time, its colour was red.

“stop giggling at nothing, you weirdo,” he chided, scooping you carefully into his arms. his expression softened as he noticed how tightly your fingers gripped onto him, and the way your eyes squeezed shut in discomfort. “sorry, did that hurt?”

“n-no, i’m fine,” you reassured him. rin nodded, lowering you gently into the large, pre-prepared bath. it was just the way you liked it during your painful time of the month— warm, bordering on hot, with medium-sized bubbles floating on the surface.

“i’ll bring your favourite chocolate in a bit,” he said, gently lapping the water toward you before attempting to withdraw and leave. “call my name if you need anything, i’ll be outs— shit.”

it happened too fast for him to react. before he could finish his sentence, you grabbed his arm with whatever strength you had left and pulled him into the bath with you. he fell into the water with a loud splash, soaking him completely. for a hot moment, the bathroom was filled with awkward silence and the sound of water settling around you.

rin sat there, his stretchy navy shirt and black, knee-high shorts clinging to his body, drenched and dripping. he closed his eyes, one hand covering his face like a visor as he tried to calm himself. his other hand rested on the slippery surface of the tub for support.

you bit your lip, struggling to stifle a giggle as you crawled through the water towards him, pushing his knees apart so you could sit on his lap.

“i think it’s unfair that you still have your clothes on while i’m… y’know,” you pouted.

he threw you a glare, his hands gripping your waist as he tried to push you away, but you wouldn’t budge. “i fucking knew there was something wrong with your sudden obedience,” he scoffed, throwing his head back against the rim of the tub in surrender. you took the opportunity to hook your legs under his thighs and peel the shirt over his head.

“i’ll leave your shorts on…” you paused, raising an eyebrow suggestively. “—unless?”

“no.”

“yeah– thought so.”

settling against his chest, you felt his large hands move to rub berry blossom body wash into his palms. he placed both hands on your waist, sliding them up and down your sides before his fingers began tracing lazily patterns along your back.

you softly sighed and rested your chin on his upper chest, looking as blissful as ever. rin was almost tempted to lean down and kiss you until you were gasping for air, but you beat him to it. linking your arms around his neck, you slotted your mouth against his. he reciprocated, but not before pinching your side lightly, just enough to squirm in his grasp.

unbeknownst to him, however, your arm had slithered around and rummaged quietly through the white bin until it found a soft, round object. you smiled against his mouth, then subtly dropped the red bath bomb into the water with a quiet splash.

“f-fuck…” you whimpered suddenly, breaking the kiss and clutching your stomach as your face contorted—eyes squinting—in feigned pain.

rin’s brows furrowed in confusion, and he instinctively adjusted his position to grip onto your shoulders in concern. “what’s wrong? you okay?”

you didn’t respond, instead blinking up at him with half-closed eyes once, then twice, before letting your eyelids slip shut and beginning to breathe softly.

“y/—” one could say his heart practically stopped beating at that moment, his eyes widening as he watched the water around you cloud with a sweet cherry red dye. it also definitely did not help that you decided it was a good idea to fall limp onto his chest, though you were clearly breathing normally.

was your monthly bleeding supposed to be this excessive?

“w-what the fuck!” he fretted in horror as he shook your shoulders forcefully, his hand trembling as he patted your cheek, trying to get you to meet his gaze. your eyes were bleary, yet they still had their usual shine. “is this fucking normal? are you going to bleed to death? should i call for help–??”

over the course of your marriage, you had never seen rin panic like this. in the ten-plus years of knowing him, this was the first time you’d witnessed him so completely consumed by worry for you. typically, rin kept his emotions under control, reacting subtly to any situation. but now, as the vivid colour surrounded you both, you could see the raw concern surfacing on his face.

of course, a large part of you felt guilty— wondering if maybe you’d gone a tad bit too far this time. the last thing you wanted was for him to fall ill or lose focus during his next game because of the stress you caused.

unable to hold it back any longer, you let out the laugh you’d been suppressing, and rin’s expression immediately shifted from panic to deadpan. like, literally. immediately. just that stupid giggle of yours was all it took for him to realize he had managed to fall for one of your traps yet again— this time, in the most ridiculous way possible.

he simply stood up without a word and kicked the lumpy, fizzing bath bomb away. then, with water dripping down his tight-to-skin shorts, he stepped out of the tub.

“wait, rin—” you called out from behind, your hands gripping the rim of the tub as you tried to sit up.

he glanced over his shoulder with an unreadable expression as he dried himself with a towel. you noticed the faint pink tint on his cheeks, likely from the lingering embarrassment and panic. after all, even if your bleeding had been heavy, there was no way the dye would’ve been that saturated in such a large tub.

“...i’m going to say this one more time,” he said calmly, “call me if you need anything or if you want to leave the tub so i can bathe you,” he walked slowly back to you, bending down until his face was close to yours.

“i’m sor–” you started to apologize, but he cut you off.

“and one more thing,” he added, cupping your face gently in his hands. “you scared me to death, you fool. i fucking love you. don’t do that again.”

before you could respond, he sealed his lips against yours. it was safe to say you decided then and there that you wouldn’t pull that particular prank again— at least, not without the promise that he’d shower with you as part of the deal, of course.

𝜗𝜚 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑

friday had finally arrived– the long-awaited end to an exhausting week. to you, it usually meant you had all the time in the world to pamper yourself and indulge in self-care. heavy emphasis on usually, because unfortunately, this wasn’t always the case when you had an extremely insufferable (but annoyingly loveable) husband.

if there was one thing kaiser excelled at— besides hurling terrifyingly creative insults at people he barely knew and dominating the football field— it was his nonstop teasing.

you stepped into your spacious master bathroom with a soft towel embroidered with delicate begonia patterns tucked snugly under your arm. your shoulders felt unbearably stiff, and your back throbbed with ache. the thought of dipping your leg into the hot, bubbly bath you had prepared earlier was quite literally the only thing keeping you upright.

finally, your body made contact with the euphoric warmth as you lowered yourself into the wide, glossy marble bathtub positioned near the window. the heat of the water instantly began to soothe your sore muscles, and you let out a content sigh, leaning back against the built-in backrest.

oh, it was going to be so relaxing. would have been, if kaiser hadn’t suddenly barged into the washroom without so much as a courtesy knock— though knowing him, you doubted he even considered such things. the sudden intrusion made you flinch and pulled you out of the comfortable state you’d just begun to enjoy.

“knock before you enter, stupid,” you snapped, shooting him a glare as you sank deeper into the frothy water until only the top half of your head peeked out.

kaiser shut the door behind him and stood there practically naked. your eyes trailed down the path of pearly beads of water that teasingly trickled down his toned chest with no shame. the white cotton towel that hung loosely around his waist threatened to unravel and reveal what’s hidden beneath with the slightest blow of the wind.

“you’re really soaking in here all by yourself after i told you i wanted to join you, prinzessin?” he rolled his eyes, but with no real irritation in his voice as he sauntered toward you. his fingers deftly unhooked the towel from his waist, nonchalantly tossing it into the hamper.

you pushed yourself back up, fingers gripping the edge of the bathtub for support before wiping your face with your palms, water droplets sliding down your cheeks. raising a brow, you asked, “mihya– are you seriously planning to get in even after you’ve clearly just showered?”

you watched as he slipped into the tub, settling in front of you. his head leaned back against the cool marble edge, arms casually draped along the sides of the bathtub.

“that was just the rinse i always take after football practice,” he explained lazily, “is it really so terrible to want to bathe with my beautiful wife?”

you let out an exaggerated sigh, trying to hide the smile that was tugging at the corners of your lips from his compliment– though he tended to throw that one your way frequently.

“you’re so annoying,” you laughed, slowly crawling across the slippery surface of the tub toward him. your hands settled on his broad shoulders as you guided yourself onto his bare lap. “now i don’t even have room to stretch my legs.”

his tattooed hand, adorned with the blue crown, came to rest on your waist. though, unfortunately, you were oblivious to the subtle movement of his other hand, instead nestling your head against his chest.

it felt so serene— until it wasn’t.

seriously, what could possibly go wrong while you’re comfortably straddling your husband’s lap, eyes sewn shut, head on his chest as you try to continue your weekly post-work relaxation session?

apparently, everything.

in an instant, a jolt of freezing cold water slammed onto your back, each drop hitting you like a small brick. your eyes flew open and a loud gasp was drawn from you as you shot upright, instinctively scrambling away from him. you nearly slipped on the slick surface in the process as you tried to escape the showerhead above you. who thought it was a good idea to combine a bathtub with a shower, anyway?

“michael!” you whined, seeking warmth under the foamy blanket of sea. “that was cruel…”

he grinned, reaching over to turn off the water, which had started to drench him, too.

“sorry, meine liebe,” he cooed, moving to your side and pressing a gentle, almost apologetic kiss to your trembling shoulders. “i heard cold water’s great for sore muscles.”

“you and i both know that’s not why you did it,” you shot back, narrowing your eyes at him.

he raised his hands in mock surrender, his grin widening as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer until your cheek pressed against his chest.

“hmm. well, you know, if i’m feeling generous, i might give you a life-changing massage or even treat you to your favourite food if y—”

“life-ending massage, you mean. you nearly crushed my bones last time– i literally felt my soul leaving my body.” you paused for emphasis before adding, “and i'm getting my food without any ‘ifs’.”

he chuckled and stood up with a smirk, the water sliding off his exposed body as he stepped out of the tub. he grabbed his simple towel and slung it over his shoulder before glancing back at you.

“fine, but i won’t order anything– i’ll cook.”

your heart sank. his cooking was nothing short of life-threatening.

“god, please, no!”

𝜗𝜚 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐎

“sorry, sweetheart, let me just…” reo murmured, draping a silky, red fabric over your eyes, tying it securely behind your head. “there we go, baby. can you see anything?”

“no, reo,” you replied with a small shake of your head as your hand hovered uncertainly in the air, searching for his. 

a soft laugh escaped his lips before reaching out to thread his fingers in your hand. you could only weakly map out every subtle turn in your mind as he led you somewhere in your mansion. finally, he came to a stop, causing you to bump into his firm back.

your toes flexed and unflexed, feeling the plush carpet beneath you. the texture was familiar, and you quickly recognized that he had brought you to the grand bathroom adjacent to the balcony on the upper level of your mansion.

“ready?” he asked, the double doors creaking softly as he opened them. he turned back to you, fingers curling around your wrist, pulling you in. “i’m taking your blindfold off, sweetheart.”

as the velvety fabric slipped off and fluttered noiselessly to the carpet, your eyes widened in awe. a gasp escaped past your parted, plump lips as you took in the almost surreal sight in front of you.

“baby, you didn’t have to…”

you entered the large, steamy room and the warmth of the automatically heated floor, immediately seeped into your feet. in the corner of the washroom, the jacuzzi tub was filled to the brim with fluffy clouds of white foam, and was decorated with delicate red rose petals scattered everywhere like confetti. and to make things even more romantic, vanilla-scented candles were lit on the flat edges of the tub.

your gaze shifted to a small glass table beside the tub, where a bubble machine quietly hummed classical music and released shimmering bubbles into the air. 

“do you like it?” his voice interrupted your silent admiration, and you quickly turned around, a sheepish smile spreading across your face. you locked your arms around his neck, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“i… i love it,” you whispered. your eyes wafted back toward the jacuzzi and you moved toward it. “thank you, reo.”

he smiled, a gentle curve of his lips that reached his eyes as he rested a reassuring hand on your shoulder. his fingers began to work from behind, unzipping the back of your fitted dress and pulling the delicate material down. “anything for my favourite lady.”

the cool air soon kissed your bare skin; dress and undergarments neatly folded by reo and set aside in the walk-in closet adjoining the bathroom. heat rose to your cheeks as you stood there, exposed. though he had seen you naked countless times before, it had always managed to leave you flustered.

your head hung low, eyes fixed down on the marble tiles beneath you as you crossed your arms over your chest, each hand on the opposite shoulder.

he noticed your bashful demeanor and chuckled softly. his hands found their place on your waist, and he bent down slightly to press slow, sweet kisses along your collarbone. you stared down at him lovingly, hands coming up to card through his soft, amethyst hair. the feeling of his lips trailing across your skin made your breath hitch, and when planted a singular, feather-light kiss on the bottom curve of your breast, your eyes fluttered shut. he straightened up to properly look at you, a grin playing at his lips.

“what, you nervous?” he teased, ruffling your hair affectionately. “smile for me, yeah? my beautiful angel.”

you opened your eyes, looking at him shyly. “stop it… you’re embarrassing me.”

he rolled his eyes playfully, his fingers reaching up to loosen his tie when you suddenly stopped him.

“i’m going to undress you.” you stated firmly, your fingers already skillfully loosening the silky tie and sliding it over his head before beginning to work on the black buttons of his suit.

“t-that’s…” his voice faltered, and he could not suppress the rosy pink tint from spreading across his pale cheeks. the sight of your focused expression– your squinted, dreamy eyes and the way your lips tucked under your teeth as you undid his clothing left him flustered.

it made his heart swell from the overwhelming realization of how much he loved you. how had he gotten so lucky, he wondered, to be with someone as lovely and gentle as you, let alone marry you?

“there, all done!” you exclaimed with a satisfied smile as you gave his firm abs a gentle pat.

“i’m going to make you undress me every single time now, no complaints,” he chuckled, grabbing your hand and helping you into the jacuzzi. the two of you settled beside each other, sinking into the rose-petal-littered, bubbly water.

reo pulled you in closer to him until your bodies were nuzzled together, aligned inch-to-inch. he let out a deep, relaxed sigh, about to throw his head back when he noticed you scooping up a handful of foamy water mixed with a few rose petals, the water seeping from between the gaps of your fingers.

you gave him a cheeky grin as you hovered your hands above his head and released the blooms, letting them fall delicately onto his hair.

he laughed and plucked a petal from his head, pressing it near your collarbone until it stuck. “sorry, gorgeous, but these petals look much better on you,”

he leaned in and pecked your soft lips. one by one, he began to pick up individual petals, carefully sticking each one all over your body, as if adorning you with pretty rubies. his lips followed each placement, planting a tender kiss on every petal he laid on your skin. the whole time, he maintained eye contact with you, those half-lidded orchid eyes making the blood rush rapidly to your cheeks.

satisfied, he reached over and picked up a nearby moveable silver-rimmed mirror and handed it to you, showing you your petal-covered body.

“see? aren’t you just the prettiest?”

𝜗𝜚 𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈

“sei, i’m serious— if you fall asleep one more time, i’ll leave you in the tub alone,” you warned almost seriously, patting his cheek gently to rouse him. his heavy eyelids fluttered, and you could see the sleep creeping back as he began to slip beneath the water again.

the giant of a man’s broad back was pressed firmly against your chest as your fingers worked their mystique across his fatigued muscles. you kneaded at his shoulders, and fisted at his back, pressing his muscles gently. it wasn’t that he was sore– no. this had become a habit, something he looked forward to after a draining football practice or game.

your massages were the best of the best, his personal heaven, the kind that always managed to lull him to the brink of sleep. he had tried numerous massages from professional masseuses before you two got married, but none could ever compare to the sorcery of your hands.

“noo, i’ll drownnn…” his voice was a whine slurred with sleep. he blinked his bleary eyes before lazily readjusting his position. 

“then wake up! you’re heavier when you’re sleeping!” you scolded, poking at his shoulders.

“’kay…” he muttered, but you knew better. as expected, no sooner had he mumbled his agreement than his eyes clamped shut again, his head nodding forward. you grunted softly and wiggled out from under him, carefully removing his weight from your lap.

with some effort, you managed to move your husband, pulling him upright so he could be seated properly against the cool, black granite wall of the pool.

“hmph,” you huffed, shoving your hand underwater before splashing his sleepy face with a huge wave of water. he flinched awake and nearly lost his footing on the slippery pool floor, his hands shooting out to hold onto the edge to steady himself. “you asked for it, dummy.”

he groaned and rubbed his face with a grumpy expression. “y’play so unfairly, baby,” he muttered. his long arm reached out and, before you could react, grabbed your wrist, effortlessly pulling you against his chest. your hands were suddenly pressed against his sculpted abdomen. his large hands cupped your cheeks gently, tilting your head to the left, then the right, then back again as if inspecting you.

“hm, something’s different ‘bout you,” he mused, burying his nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent with a satisfied hum. “ah. new shampoo…?” he leaned back slightly, comically raising his head to the crystal chandelier above, as if deep in thought. “strawberry elixir?”

your eyes widened in surprise. if there was one thing that amazed you about nagi, it was his uncanny observance despite his notorious laziness. you had bought the expensive shampoo just a few days ago and only today had you used it for the first time, when you showered before entering the bath.

it may be the sort of detail people would quickly notice but perhaps that was the special privilege he granted to the person he loved. for you, he gave you the rare gift of his focused attention.

you couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head in amusement. leaning in, you pressed a long kiss to his lips, which he lazily reciprocated. “that’s not going to make me forgive you, you know,” you murmured against his mouth, though your smile betrayed the truth.

he groaned, shifting his gaze to the scented oil bottles lined along the rim of the hot tub. without much thought, he blinked slowly and shrugged, reaching for the bottle labeled lavender dream. carelessly, he poured the entire contents into the water, the strong fragrance immediately filling the bathroom.

“nagi!” you cried, eyes wide in horror. “you don’t just add oil directly to water! they won’t mix!”

he paused, staring at the tiny droplets of oil floating on the surface before glancing down at the guilty-looking empty bottle in his hands. “oh. you’re right.”

“don’t just–!”

“uh… i have an idea,” he muttered, calmly ruffling your hair. you watched as he pushed himself up and out of the hot tub (you’re amazed he took the initiative to do something himself) and walked to the controller wall, completely unbothered by the fact he was butt-naked.

at the click of one rectangular button, the jets at the bottom of the tub immediately activated and powerful streams of water began to come from underneath, kneading at your muscles.

a delightful sigh left your lips as nagi slid back beside you, wrapping his muscular arms around your waist from behind and rested his chin on your shoulder.

“see, baby?” he murmured, trailing his fingers over the water, feeling the water ripple over his skin. “the oil’ll disappear sooner or later, m’kay?”

you nodded your head, slightly but not fully convinced. you turned around to hug him, closing your eyes. “sure… but i’ll just use one of the guest bathrooms if it doesn’t.”

“we’ll.” 

he added too quickly for a man like him. he needed your massages after all– not the jets which, while comforting, did not come close enough to the way your hands worked.

you rolled your eyes playfully and smiled, “yes, yes, together.”

just then, the large television mounted on the porcelain-tiled wall turned on, drawing your attention. you turned your head to find nagi waving the remote with a subtle grin.

“wanna watch a movie and cuddle?”

𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗔𝗕𝗟𝗘 𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡

𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀 and baths go so well together because they are so silly. you can always find him at the shower control panel, playing with the settings until the outline of the tub glowed in ethereal colours of topaz and quartz and emerald.

also, the bath would inevitably become a sea of yellow rubber duckies because he thinks they're cute and they match his hair! he does leave the cleanup to you, though :(

besides, this man would be so indecisive when it comes to water temperature. one minute it’s icy cold, the next it’s scorching hot, only to swing to cold again because, well, he felt like it! the two of you would end up dancing in the water like goofs, splashing and kicking at each other because no one is watching you in your private yard– but you’re sure he’d do it in front of many eyes anyway.

one of his favourite games is to try and carry you on his back as he swims around the tub. despite your repeated warnings that he’d sink under the combined weight, he’d insist on trying, each attempt failing worse than the previous.

but the best part? even though you’re both naked, baths and showers with him were about anything but sexual. he sees you naked– okay? lovely! let’s see who could hold their breath the longest underwater.

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[i2rizz]

Pet names the bllk boys would call you

Isagi, bachira, rin, nagi, reo, sae, shidou, kaiser, ness, barou

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Isagi Yoichi - "Babe"

You always thought Isagi was the classic type. The kind of boyfriend who, despite being an absolute menace on the field, was sweet and soft behind closed doors. And you were right.

"Hey, babe, can you pass me the water?"

You blinked.

It wasn't the first time he called you something affectionate, but it was the first time he said it so casually. You grabbed the water bottle from the counter, tossing it to him. "Since when do you call me that?"

He caught the bottle, smiling sheepishly. "Dunno. Just felt natural. You like it?"

A smirk tugged at your lips. "Say it again."

"Babe," he repeated, softer this time.

Yeah. You definitely liked it.

Bachira Meguru - "Lovebug"

With Bachira, you were never safe from nicknames. From "sugar plum" to "honey bunch," he'd called you everything under the sun. But today, he'd decided on something new.

"My lovebug, come here!" Bachira sang, arms wide open.

You stared at him, unamused. "Lovebug? Really?"

"Yeah! You’re cute and tiny, and you always stick to me like one. So, lovebug!"

Before you could argue, he tackled you onto the couch, nuzzling into your neck with an exaggerated hum. "You like it, don’t you?"

You sighed dramatically. "Fine. But if you start calling me 'buggy,' I'm leaving."

"No promises!"

Itoshi Rin - "Angel"

Rin wasn’t the type to throw around sweet names. You were lucky if he even said "good morning" without a grunt. But lately, he’d been slipping up.

"Angel, where’s my hoodie?" he muttered from the bedroom.

You nearly dropped your phone. "Huh?"

Rin peeked out from the doorway, frowning. "What?"

"What did you just call me?"

He went stiff. The realization dawned on his face, his ears turning red. "I— Shut up. Just give me my hoodie."

You grinned, walking over and tugging on the hem of his shirt. "Say it again."

"Not happening."

You leaned in, whispering, "Angel."

His hand shot up, covering your mouth. "Drop it." But the blush on his face told you everything you needed to know.

Nagi Seishiro - "Bunny"

"Bunny, c'mere."

You stopped mid-step, staring at Nagi. "Did you just call me ‘bunny’?"

He blinked lazily, patting the empty space beside him on the bed. "Yeah. You’re soft and sleepy like one. Now, cuddle."

You huffed but crawled into his arms anyway. "You’re just using cute names to distract me, aren't you?"

He yawned, draping an arm over you. "Maybe. But also ‘cause I like you."

Your heart did a little flip. "I hate you."

"Mm. Love you too, bunny."

Mikage Reo - "Princess"

Reo had been calling you "princess" since the moment you got together. At first, you thought it was just a playful joke. But no, he was dead serious.

"Princess, let me carry that for you."

"Princess, you shouldn't walk in those heels so much."

"Princess, did you eat today?"

Finally, you snapped. "Reo, do you even know my actual name anymore?"

He laughed, pulling you close by the waist. "Of course, I do. But you’re my princess first."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't stop the smile forming on your lips. "Ridiculous."

"Adorable," he corrected, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Itoshi Sae - "Doll"

Sae never wasted words. He wasn’t one for grand gestures or unnecessary sweetness. But when he did something, he meant it.

"Doll, are you listening?"

You blinked out of your daze, focusing back on him. "Did you just call me 'doll'?"

Sae sighed, setting his fork down. "Yeah. You got a problem with that?"

"No, but it’s very… unexpected."

He smirked. "Thought it suited you. You’re pretty. Fragile."

"I am not fragile."

"Mm." He reached over, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "You’re still my doll."

Your face burned. Damn him and his effortless charm.

Shidou Ryusei - "Kitten"

"Kitten, you’re killing me."

You groaned as Shidou draped himself over your shoulders, arms locking around you like a vice. "Get off me, you idiot."

"Not until you admit you love it when I call you that."

You squirmed, trying to shake him off, but his grip only tightened. "Shidou—"

"Say it. You love it."

You exhaled sharply. "Fine. Whatever. Just get off."

Shidou grinned, finally letting go. "Knew it. You’re so cute, kitten."

You threw a pillow at his face. "Shut up."

Michael Kaiser - "Schatz"

Kaiser loved teasing you in German. It made you flustered, and he lived for it.

"Schatz," he purred, leaning over your shoulder.

You frowned. "That better not mean something dumb."

He laughed. "Relax. It means ‘treasure.’"

You eyed him suspiciously. "For real?"

"For real. You’re my most precious thing, after all."

Your heart clenched. You punched his arm lightly. "Stop being cute."

"Never, schatz."

Alexis Ness - "Darling"

Ness was a hopeless romantic. It was no surprise when he started calling you "darling" in that soft, affectionate tone.

"Darling, don’t forget your scarf."

You paused, blinking up at him. "Since when do you call me that?"

Ness smiled, adjusting the scarf around your neck. "Since I realized I want to call you mine in every way possible."

Your breath hitched. He was unfair.

Barou Shoei - "Queen"

Barou wasn’t one for unnecessary nicknames. But when he did call you something, it held weight.

"You’re my queen. Act like it."

You smirked. "Oh? And what does that make you?"

He crossed his arms, staring down at you. "The king, obviously."

You chuckled. "So dramatic."

"You love it."

You did.

[txrully]

I'M SO STUPID IN LOVE!

·˚ ༘ ꒱ summary lovey-dovey things they'd do for you!

·˚ ༘ ꒱ characters isagi yoichi , bachira meguru , itoshi rin , nagi seishiro , mikage reo , chigiri hyoma , hiori yo , shidou ryusei , itoshi sae , michael kaiser , alexis ness .

·˚ ༘ ꒱ warning lowercase intended

·˚ ༘ ꒱ song inspo stupid in love - max ( ft. huh yunjin of lsrfm )

·˚ ༘ ꒱ isagi yoichi

you know how isagi’s brain is basically soccer, soccer, soccer? well, this man rewires his ENTIRE system for you. suddenly, every time he scores a goal, he dedicates it to you. like, mid-celebration he’s shouting your name in front of thousands of people. embarrassing? a lil. cute? definitely.

he’s also the type to leave you notes everywhere. you’ll open your locker, and boom: "i hope your day is as perfect as your smile. also, pls drink water. - yoichi 🩵"

or you’ll find random sticky notes around the house with stuff like: "you're cuter than my dog. and that’s saying a lot." ( i hc he's a dog person, fight me 🫠 )

"yoichi, did you seriously compare me to your dog again?"

"is that bad?? you’re both my top priorities!"

·˚ ༘ ꒱ bachira meguru

bachira is a walking ball of chaos, and it only gets worse when he’s in love. he makes you weird handmade crafts—like a necklace with your initials carved into a random rock he found because “the vibes were immaculate.”

he’s also the king of grand gestures. once, he showed up outside your window in the middle of the night blasting your favorite song from a boombox. and no, he didn’t think it through—he got yelled at by your neighbors, but he swears it was worth it.

"meguru, why is there a rock with my name on it?"

"because i love you. duh."

"…you couldn’t just buy a necklace??"

"where’s the FUN in that?? D:< "

·˚ ༘ ꒱ itoshi rin

soft tsundere energy incoming. rin doesn’t say much, but when he’s in love, he SHOWS it. like, he’ll memorize your coffee order, your favorite book, and the exact way you like your hoodie sleeves rolled up. you swear he’s psychic, but he’s just that attentive.

he also sends you texts at random times:

"don’t forget your umbrella. it’s going to rain."

"i noticed you like this song. added it to my playlist."

you’re 99% sure his search history is “how to take care of someone without being obvious.”

"rin, did you... did you learn how to make my favorite food?"

"shut up and eat it."

"you’re so sweet it’s disgusting."

"i said shut up."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ nagi seishiro

nagi’s love language? pure, lazy dedication. he may not seem like the romantic type, but trust me—he will move mountains for you... as long as it doesn’t require getting up too much.

once, he spent HOURS figuring out how to build you a playlist of all your favorite songs, complete with a cover photo of you two. he even labeled it: "for my player 2 🕹️"

"sei, this playlist is amazing!"

"mm, yeah, it was exhausting. now can we nap?"

"you literally just sat there and clicked buttons."

"exactly. so tiring.."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ mikage reo

reo goes all out for you—no budget, no limits, no second thoughts. one time, you mentioned how pretty cherry blossoms are, and the next thing you know, he’s flying you to a festival in japan. casually might i add.

but the sweetest part? he remembers the little things. your favorite snack? stocked in his pantry. your favorite flower? delivered to your doorstep every friday. he spoils you rotten but somehow makes it feel like the most natural thing in the world.

"reo, this is too much—"

"no, it’s not. nothing’s too much for you."

"you’re literally insane."

"only for you, babe."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ chigiri hyoma

chigiri is the definition of 💌romantic aesthetic💌. he writes you poetry and leaves it in random places, like your bag or your coat pocket. sometimes, you don’t even notice until hours later.

he also takes you on dreamy dates—picnics in scenic fields, long bike rides at sunset, and slow dances in your living room when it’s raining outside. everything he does feels like it’s straight out of a romance movie.

"hyoma, did you just quote a shakespeare sonnet to me?"

"maybe."

"oh my god, you’re so dramatic."

"and yet you’re still here."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ hiori yo

hiori is the sweetest, softest boy in love. he keeps a journal where he writes down all the little things you do that make him happy. once, you caught him scribbling, and he turned BRIGHT red.

he’s also the king of quiet acts of service. your phone’s always fully charged, your favorite snacks magically appear in your bag, and you never have to ask for help because he’s already two steps ahead.

"yo, were you writing about me again?"

"no... maybe. okay, yes."

"you’re adorable."

"please don’t look."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ shidou ryusei

oh boy. shidou is CHAOTIC in love. this man would probably fight a wild animal to impress you. he’s all about making you laugh, even if it means doing the dumbest stunts imaginable.

one time, he literally climbed a tree to get you a flower. it wasn’t even a nice flower. but hey, it’s the thought that counts.

"ryu, you’re bleeding. what did you do??"

"got you this flower. cool, huh?"

"you FELL OUT OF A TREE FOR THIS??"

"worth it."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ itoshi sae

sae is the definition of quiet but deadly romantic. he doesn’t show his feelings often, but when he does? damn. like, he’ll casually fly in from another country just to spend the weekend with you because “it’s no big deal.”

he also sends you fancy gifts out of nowhere. but if you call him out, he’ll play it cool like it’s nothing.

"sae, did you just buy me an entire designer collection?"

"it’s just clothes."

"just clothes?? this cost more than my rent!"

"and you look better than rent."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ michael kaiser

kaiser loves showing off, especially when it comes to you. he’ll buy out a billboard just to plaster your picture on it with the words "the love of my life 🩵."

but he’s also surprisingly sweet. like, he’ll carry your bag, fix your hair when it’s windy, or randomly pull you into a dance in the middle of the street just because he can.

"michael, did you seriously put my face on a billboard??"

"obviously. everyone needs to know you’re mine."

"you’re ridiculous."

"ridiculously in love with you, yes."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ alexis ness

ness is a total softie. he writes you little love letters and leaves them in your mailbox, signed with his initials like he’s a secret admirer. you obviously know it’s him, but you let him think he’s being sneaky.

he’s also BIG on cuddles. whenever he sees you, it’s like he can’t function until he gets a hug.

"ness, you know i know it’s you, right?"

"…you’re supposed to pretend you don’t!"

"why?"

"because it’s romantic!"

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[cheralith]

childhood bestfriend!kaiser who accidentally finds out who you gave your first kiss to after being under the impression you still had it.

sure, you both were reaching an age where most people had already kissed another, been bedded, under-age drank, but kaiser never took you as the type to be so… promiscuous (“your dad was okay with it?” he had asked. “why the hell would i tell my dad about that.” your eye roll had never been louder.)

it was apparently some classmate you had dated briefly back in early high school, a time where you had both were barely able to see each other since kaiser spent some time in jail after being framed and after being bailed out by his manager, spent the majority of his time in his team’s training clubhouse. it didn’t help that it was quite a few towns away from your own, so communication grew weary between you and him during that time.

so when you and him finally reconnected and began to settle down with each other once again at an older age, where you and him were blooming into college, he’s amazed to see how much you had grown during the past few years, how your featured had matured into themselves so elegantly that sometimes, when you weren’t looking, he’d examine each bit of your features to get a proper look.

it was a little difficult attempting to gain a proper stance from him, since all the training at bastard mündchen had clearly done a work on him both good and bad, but when kaiser felt himself relaxing more and more with each frequented interaction with you—he’s brought back to when you were both children and didn’t know any better of the world around you.

so imagine his shock when you accidentally let it slip out that your first kiss went rather wrong as you and him are watching some sort of foreign sports movie where the main character’s long-time love interest finally kisses him.

“god i remember my first kiss,” you say casually, making kaiser snap his neck towards you so fast.

first kiss? you had your first kiss already? before he did???

sure, kaiser had a good amount of fans that flocked to him every chance they got and perhaps he’s done a little bit of entertaining to them, but even so—he still hasn’t necessarily had such a moment shared with another. he never felt like he needed to focus on it… never felt like it was some deed worth prioritizing becoming the best striker… until now.

“huh?” kaiser shuffles in his place and furrows his brows tightly, a vein barely visible from his forehead. “whaddya mean first kiss? with who? when?”

the questions shoot out all at once, you can’t help but laugh at kaiser’s (supposed) curiosity. you suppose the suspense of knowing what happened to that runt he met at eight years old has experienced since his arrest.

“oh, it was just a classmate from one of my sophomore classes,” you wave a hand, as if it was completely nothing to hold much regard to.

kaiser twitched, his eyes flickering towards your ripened lips. “and you gave him your first kiss?”

“probably my last too,” you sigh out wearily, “haven’t really had much people interested in me since then.”

he fell silent, going to scan your face again once more as you fixated your gaze to the tv, circling in on your lips again that give a soft pout. he twitched.

“he got too excited and ended up moreso clashing his mouth on mine—we ended up clacking teeth pretty hard,” you snort out as you stare in quiet amazement at how tender and soft the tv’s couple’s kisses were. “it ended up hurting too much to try and continue.”

you bite your lip, concentrated. “i dunno, i just wish it was more slowly, more… in-the-moment.”

kaiser twitched once more. noticing your wistful gaze at the movie playing in front of you and him. he flickers his eyes toward the intimate scene that you seem so focused on. he pays attention to how the lips of the two characters flow in a certain rhythm and how they meld into each other. they seem loose, relaxed, and that lack of tension made the kiss seem much more romantic.

he thinks back to some of how his teammates greet their girlfriends with kisses, or how he’ll just see a random couple locking lips with each other in the bars his team and him tended to as a celebration of a victorious game. kaiser had never felt a compulsion to experience such a thing, but there’s a strange magnetic feeling he’s getting that tugs him closer to you that is very much not his own rationale’s doing.

he says it with too much confidence. he says it like he’s done it numerous times before, like he’s a master at it, despite never even paying such avid attention to another’s lips until now. so kaiser doesn’t know why, but he suddenly blurts out,

“then let me show you a proper kiss.”

[kaiser1ns]

Itoshi Sae rolled his eyes as he saw Michael Kaiser flirting and trying to be more touchy with you—twirling a strand of your hair around his finger, holding eye contact just a bit longer than usual, leaning slightly towards when you speak, typing something on your phone.

“Oh, so do you like centre-forwards?” he’d ask looking back at Sae, smirking, and the Japanese player was never more annoyed. Kaiser's gaze returned to you and as you opened your mouth to say something, someone else grabbed your hand, fingers interlaced with yours, leading you away from the cocky striker.

“Sorry,” you said, looking over your shoulder at the blonde man with a teasing smile. “I’m more into midfielders.”

Kaiser's smirk faltered for the first time, clearly taken aback. He watched you blow him a playful kiss, stunned as he realized you'd been using him to get a reaction out of Sae this whole time. Clearly, he was not used to being played with like this or at all. This was a game he hadn’t expected to lose, but it’s not game over yet.

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[ceruark]

“so he’s not your boyfriend?”

your fingers twitch restlessly, hovering in the air where you’ve paused in the middle of typing away at your laptop. you exhale, slow and heavy, through your nostrils, trying to shove the irritation, embarrassment, and shame that the questions rouses in you deep down in a box that you will most certainly not be unpacking later.

“no,” you mutter in response, poking at your keyboard more furiously than before. you refuse to meet your friend’s eyes. “can we get back to the project now?”

they’re quiet for a moment, observing you with that critical glare they usually have when the topic of your… childhood “friend” is involved.

they put their coffee cup down, and just when you think they’re going to drop the topic without much pushback for once, they ask, “when was the last time you slept with him?”

you choke on nothing but your own saliva at that. jaw agape, you answer, “i haven’t.”

“oh, i get it.” they smirk at you in approval. “gave him a taste, and now you’re holding out on him until he gives you the title, huh? smart.”

your face is burning at this point. “i haven’t given him anything.”

it’s your friend’s turn to freeze. they stare at you, gaping, their cup suspended in the air, halfway to their mouth.

eyebrows shooting up in disbelief, they shake their head slowly. “but you two cuddle and shit.” they wave their cup around in incredulity. “you literally declined my call last saturday because he was asleep. in your bed.”

you wrap your arms around yourself, slumping in your seat. “i know,” you hiss. “i know it seems that way, but he’s not my boyfriend and we’ve never had sex.”

it’s a little disconcerting, the way this information makes your friend look more horrified than you’ve yet to see them.

your entire friend group has disapproved of your… relationship with kaiser since you two found your way back to each other about a year and a half ago, but this friend in particular has been adamant that you cut him off. you know that kaiser doesn’t have the greatest reputation— he’s a massive flirt in front of the cameras, but no one besides a few of his teammates and you know that he hasn’t actually been with anyone— so you can understand where your friends are coming from. you can see why they would think he has some… ulterior motives involving you.

but that just means their reaction confuses you even more. shouldn’t they be happy to hear that you and kaiser haven’t done anything with each other?

“you—” your friend cuts themself off, still shell-shocked. “you haven’t fucked him and he acts like that?”

something flares up in your chest, and you immediately get defensive. “like what?”

your friend holds their hand out, and you groan as they begin ticking things off on their fingers, laying out a list for you. “monopolizing your time, blowing up your phone when you’re with other people, falling asleep in your bed, leaving half his shit at your place, treating you to nice dinners, giving you his card information, paying your goddamn tuition, i mean, seriously, do i need to go on?”

your face is buried in your hands by the time they’re done. “no,” you utter in embarrassment. as you peek at them through your fingers, they shake their head at you.

“well, you really better not fuck him.” they grimace. “he already acts like your boyfriend and you haven’t even screwed. he’s, like, operating on emotion alone. that’s scary.”

you scoff. “you know, some would say that’s a good thing. it means he’s not just after my body.”

your friend rolls their eyes. “it would be a good thing if he wasn’t the poster boy for red flags everywhere.”

“you’re so damn dramatic.”

“hey, i’m just looking out for you! i don’t want you to disappear into that man’s basement one day.”

“what? what the hell does that even mean?”

“well, fuck, he’s already super territorial over you and he doesn’t even have a reason to be!”

the remainder of your study session is spent with you miserably putting together the rest of the slideshow deck for the presentation while your friend just continues to rant and lay into you about how you should stay far away from kaiser and just cut him off before things get messy.

by the time you’re heading out of the small cafe by campus and unlocking your car doors, you feel exhausted. you start your car and spend the short drive home blasting music— not that it does much to distract you from your thoughts.

you don’t like talking about kaiser because you yourself don’t even know where you stand with him. you’re well aware that most of the things he does is not what just a good friend would do, but you’re too scared to even broach the topic because it took forever just to get him to be okay with your touch. he doesn’t shove you away anymore when shower him with affection— if anything, he vies for it now— and you’re scared that bringing up the nature of your relationship will undo over a year of progress and you’ll be left right back where you started.

you sigh as you kill the engine and step out of your car. it’s a BMW, relatively new— nothing a college student with no parental support should be able to afford, but of course, you weren’t the one who bought it.

your friend’s words rattle around in your head, and you slam the car door, agitated. you were supposed to spend today wrapping up your final presentation and having a relaxing evening putting a dent into the ice cream in your freezer and watching whatever trashy reality TV show would be on tonight. now, you’re too worked up about your not-boyfriend to be able to settle in right away.

your not-boyfriend, whose obscenely expensive metallic blue mclaren is parked in your complex’s lot.

you stop dead in your tracks. a deep, long sigh leaves you as you pinch the bridge of your nose and shut your eyes, trying to pull yourself together and smother the frustrated scream threatening to burst free from your throat.

you should have never agreed to give him your spare key.

you can’t deal with this right now. kaiser is always able to tell when something is even slightly off with you, and he will keep grilling you until you cave and tell him what’s bothering you. and you don’t really trust yourself to not snap at him, given that he’s the problem— sure, your friend is the one who irritated you, but you know where the real problem lies.

after staring at the back entrance to the complex for a few minutes and contemplating getting back in your car and speeding off, you force your legs to cross the rest of the lot and into the building. you force a smile and nod at the familiar faces that greet you, a facade that slips the second the elevator doors slide shut.

you thunk your head against the back wall of the elevator as you watch the floor numbers tick up, up, up, until finally, you reach the tenth floor. you force yourself to relax your shoulders and smooth out your face as you exit the elevator. you let out one last sigh as you insert your key into the lock, then brace yourself as you push the door open.

immediately, you’re greeted by the sight of kaiser sprawled out on the couch in your living room, appearing perfectly at home. his hair is pulled back into a messy bun and his glasses are perched on his nose as he watches highlights of bastard’s most recent match against re al.

it’s not this that gives you pause— no, kaiser settling into your apartment like he owns the place is a familiar sight.

what has you freezing in your tracks is the spread of food set out on the counter: spaetzle with beef goulash, and a tray of bread crust rusks for dessert. 

it all looks homemade.

kaiser doesn’t cook. there was a time many years ago where he did out of necessity— for himself, and for his drunkard of a father— but it’s a survival skill, a reminder of a darker time that he’s left behind that he chooses not to engage in anymore. he doesn’t have to, not when he has the money to dine at the nicest restaurants in Munich or have a personal chef on-call at all times.

kaiser doesn’t cook. but his personal chef always leaves his kitchen looking spotless, and the unwashed dishes in your sink tell you that this isn’t her work.

without turning around, the blonde gestures to the TV and immediately starts complaining, having full confidence that he’s able to command your attention without asking for it. “look at this shot yoichi missed,” he says with childlike glee. “if i break into noa’s office, i can probably sneak it into his end of year highlights before the coaches send him the footage.”

you don’t respond. your voice is still lodged somewhere in your throat, caught on the emotions welling up in there.

you’re still staring at the kitchen counter, shell-shocked, when the sounds of the crowd shouting abruptly cut off. he’s paused the TV, and you can feel his gaze on you now even though you’re not looking at him. “schatz?”

it’s not the first time he’s called you that— far from it. but combined with the lecture you’d just gotten from your friend, it has you at your wit’s end.

the best way to deal with sudden and drastic changes in your dynamic with kaiser is to not overreact. of course, he wants acknowledgement of some kind or else he’ll get fussy and make it everyone’s problem, but making a big deal out of it will just have him retreating. you know this. you’ve always known this.

so your mistake is immediately clear to you when you look him dead in the eye as you open your mouth and say, “you’re not my boyfriend.”

it’s so quiet, you can hear the sounds of the neighbor’s radio and their cat scratching at a post through the wall.

his face has gone eerily blank. his eyes are slightly narrowed and his gaze is sharp, but there’s nothing readable in his expression, no emotion on his face to tell you just how badly you’ve fucked up.

but maybe that’s enough of an indicator itself.

calmly, so evenly it makes your hairs stand on end, kaiser asks, “what do you mean?”

swallowing thickly, you echo, “you’re not my boyfriend.” it’s said as something between a statement and a question.

kaiser sets the remote down and gets to his feet. your heart thrums in your chest as you watch him cross the threshold between the living room and the kitchen. he crosses his arms in front of his chest as he leans against the counter just a few feet away from you.

he hums, then asks, “where is this coming from?”

you feel unsteady. he hasn’t challenged it— not that he really can, not when it’s technically true.

but he’s not agreeing with you, either.

“my friends say you’re my boyfriend,” you blurt out, “but you’re not.”

he’s quiet. he’s looking at you critically, eyes scanning your face, posture, and fidgeting hands, but for a long moment, he decides not to say anything, electing to simply study you instead.

you’re uncomfortable. you’re nervous. this would be clear to anyone, but most of all to him, who has never had any trouble reading you.

“your friends should mind their business,” he finally says, but there’s still nothing there, no tension or displeasure or irritation to indicate he’s gone back to being himself. “why do they care whether or not i’m your boyfriend?”

he’s still skirting around the verity of the original statement.

you shrug. “they’re nosy,” you answer, feigning indifference, even though it’s far too late to pretend that the subject isn’t at the forefront of your mind. you take one of the bread crust rusks and pop it into your mouth. the sugar coats your tongue. “maybe they want to set me up with someone and want to make sure i’m actually single.”

“and are you?”

you raise an eyebrow. “am i what?”

blue eyes bore into yours as he says, “single.”

you clench your jaw so hard your teeth ache in protest. why are you always the one who has to draw the definitive lines in this relationship?

firmly this time, you say, “i don’t have a boyfriend.” when he doesn’t say anything, you push further, “no one’s ever asked me on a date or anything, so yeah, i guess i would say that i’m single.”

you spend the next couple of minutes staring at each other. the neighbor’s cat scratches furiously at its post.

“and what exactly do you consider a date?”

it bothers you, all of it. the lack of anything in his tone and expression, the way he’s not agreeing with you but not directly challenging you, either. the way he won’t just let it go when you’re not wrong, but also won’t just say what he means. what you both know he means by asking these questions, by drawing this conversation out.

“i wouldn’t know,” you say slowly, “i’ve never been on one.”

“how can you say you’ve never been on one if you don’t know how to classify one?”

“oh for fuck’s sake, micha,” you snap, “i haven’t been on a date. i haven’t been on a date with you. you’re not my boyfriend.”

“no,” he says, then reaches out and takes your chin firmly into his grasp. you gasp as he tilts your head up, pulling your face toward his.

“i’m much more than that.” his lips brush against yours with each word. “such a flimsy title is insulting.” he drags a thumb across your cheek. “anyone could be your boyfriend, schatz, but no one could be what i am to you.”

there’s a lot of things on his face now. things you’ve only ever caught the slightest glimpses of are on full display now, things that make your stomach flip over and make you feel hot all over.

reaching up, you gently wrap a hand around his wrist and ask, “well what are you, then?”

“i’m yours and you’re mine,” he answers immediately, unflinchingly, as if it’s truly that simple. “you and i do things differently than others. it’s always been that way.”

and maybe he’s right, but,

“okay,” you say, “i’m still gonna say i don’t have a boyfriend, though.”

kaiser groans, and you giggle a bit evilly as he releases your chin. his hand doesn’t stray very far, though, and he’s cupping your cheek as the last of your laughter peters out.

when he calls your name, it’s with a sincerity and vulnerability that he hasn’t allowed himself since you were both children. “would you please be mine?”

you tilt your head to the side. “but you already said i’m yours.”

frowning, kaiser reaches his thumb out to the other side of your face, squeezing your cheeks roughly. “you’re gonna make me say the word, aren’t you?”

you nod, and he sighs egregiously, like you’re being particularly difficult. you think you’re being perfectly reasonable.

rolling his eyes, he asks, “can i be your boyfriend or whatever?”

“how romantic,” you say drily. “however could i resist such a heartwarming proposal?”

“how could you?” he coos back at you. “after all, i made you dinner and everything. isn’t that what a good boyfriend would do?”

well, you couldn’t really argue with that.

[justcat-judging]

₊ ⊹ 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥����𝐭𝐞 𝐎𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞! ⊹ ₊

˚ʚY/N told them her ideal type which was the complete opposite of them. ɞ˚

˚ʚKaiser Micheal x Reader, Ness Alexis x Reader(seperate)ɞ˚

˚ʚpt.5, pt.1, pt.2, pt.3, pt.4ɞ˚

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₊ ⊹ 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥 ⊹ ₊

You and Kaiser are hanging out after practice, his usual self-absorbed chatter filling the air while you scroll through your phone.

“So, what’s your type?” he asks, that smug grin creeping across his face.

You glance up, pretending to think. “Hmm… I like guys who are quiet, humble, and down-to-earth. Maybe a little shy. Definitely not someone who’s always showing off.”

Kaiser freezes. His smirk falters for just a moment before he leans in, eyes narrowing. “You’re really gonna sit here and tell me that’s your type?”

You nod, keeping a straight face. “Yeah, I think it’s cute. Totally my type.”

Kaiser lets out a low, incredulous chuckle. “That’s funny. You’ve been hanging out with me for weeks now, and I’m anything but humble. You’re full of shit.”

You raise an eyebrow. “What can I say? I like a challenge.”

He laughs, loud and confident. “A challenge? Babe, you don’t have to look any further. I’m exactly what you want. I’m the best, and you know it.”

You roll your eyes, trying to keep the grin from spreading. “Sure, whatever you say, Kaiser.”

His smile widens, fully aware of what he’s doing. “Admit it. You’re hooked on me. I’m exactly your type—you just don’t want to say it yet. But I’m already in your head.”

You snicker, finally giving in. “Fine. You’re right. Michael Kaiser is my type.”

He leans back, arms crossed, looking utterly victorious. “I knew it. You don’t need to hide it. No one can resist me.”

₊ ⊹ 𝐍𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬 ⊹ ₊

You and Ness are sitting on the benches after practice, him leaning a little too close as usual. His eyes are practically glued to you, that dreamy smile never wavering.

“So… what’s your type?” he asks, tilting his head like a puppy waiting for praise.

You pretend to think, tapping your chin. “Hmm… I guess I like guys who are really serious, kind of intimidating. The quiet, brooding type who doesn’t let anyone get too close.”

For a moment, Ness just stares at you, blinking. Then, to your surprise, his cheeks turn red, and a tiny, breathy laugh escapes him.

“Oh,” he mutters, almost giddy. “So… someone who would completely ignore you? Push you away? Maybe even be a little mean?”

You narrow your eyes. “Uh… yeah?”

His smile widens. “That sounds kinda nice.”

You blink. “What.”

Ness sighs, pressing a hand to his chest dramatically. “Imagine… the person you love looking down on you, refusing to acknowledge you, barely giving you the time of day… ahh, my heart aches just thinking about it.”

You gape at him. “Ness. That’s not—”

He suddenly grabs your hand, squeezing it tight. “But I love a challenge! If that’s what you want, I’ll just have to make you fall for me harder!”

You groan, finally laughing. “Ness, I was messing with you! That’s not my type at all!”

He blinks. “Oh?” Then, without missing a beat, he leans in closer, voice dropping. “So… does that mean you do like me?”

You roll your eyes. “Maybe I’d like you more if you weren’t so weird.”

Ness only grins, unbothered. “Ohh, so you do like me a little! That’s enough for me!”

You sigh, shaking your head. There’s no winning against this guy.

(Guys I think this is enough to feed you all.. I think I shall end this already)

[shidoglazer]

#1 fan

bllk boys drabble fluff getting merch of them ＠shidoglazer

ft : sae , rin , kaiser

｜ sae itoshi

“saeeee?” you called out your boyfriend’s name, your voice echoing throughout the shared apartment, it doesn’t take long for sae to emerge from his bedroom, head popping out.

“hn?” he walked over to you at the living room, staring at the comedically large shopping bag you had on your lap. you were trying hard to keep your giggles in as you slowly plucked off the tape on the bag. “i assume you had a good shopping trip? though, i’ll praise you for spending less tha-….ah..”

his voice slowly trailed off as you pulled out a large plushie of him, he was in a seagull costume and had that iconic chibi sae face, holding it in both your hands proudly while he looked at it as if it just murdered his whole family. “look! isn’t he cute?? i was at the arcade just now and they let me exchange my tickets for this!” you giggled, now holding the plushie close to your chest.

“….i wouldn’t say cute. its a monstrosity. i’d never wear a seagull costume, let alone make .. that face. throw it away.” you gasped in offence, covering the plushies ears as if it was a child. “don’t say that about him! he didn’t do anything wrong!”

sae rolled his eyes dramatically, sitting next to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer as he placed a soft kiss on your cheek. “what is this, hm? itoshi junior? your replacement for me whenever i’m gone for matches? i’m hurt.” he asked with mock hurt twinged in his voice as you giggled, leaning into his body.

“i should replace you with him completely. cuter and quieter!”

“excuse me?” “you heard me.”

｜ rin itoshi

“rinnie?” your head perked into his bedroom, he was curled up on his chair as his fingers clacked away on his keyboard, playing a horror game. he let out a hum to acknowledge you before saving his progress and turning off the game, turning his gaming chair towards you, “yeah. what is it?”

a small smile tugged at the corner of your lips as you stepped into his room, hands behind your back, suspiciously hiding something from him. his eyes narrowed at you as you walked towards him, showcasing a round, fat, chibi rin plush keychain that fit in the palm of your hand as you giggled to yourself. “look! i can hang it on my bag-” “is that supposed to be me?” “uhuh!”

he took the keychain from your hand, analysing it as if it was the greatest masterpiece he’s ever seen. “..where’d you buy this? its unappealing to the eye.” “i saw it at a little street vendor, it was only like what, 3,000 yen?” if you squinted your eyes, you’d be able to see rins feet kicking softly out of happiness, even when his words didn’t match with it.

rin continued staring at it despite basically saying it was ugly, as if he was hesitating to say something. “lukewarm. don’t buy this type of stuff again.” and yet despite that, he didn’t hand it back to you, no. he grabbed the ring of the chain and hung it beside his pc as if it was his greatest achievement.

“aaawweee!! you like it! rin likes fat chibi plushies of hi—” he quickly shut your mouth by standing up out of nowhere and throwing you both on the bed, his hand gripping your jaw softly to kiss you. “you run that mouth a lot huh.” another kiss “buying stupid plushies when the real one is right here.” another kiss “wasting your damn money.” another kiss.

“..maybe i should buy more next time.” “tch, brat.” another kiss. <3

｜ michael kaiser

“misha!!” you pounced on your boyfriend as soon as he got home from practice, not even have put down his bag yet.

“hello to you too, sweets. what’s the special occasion hm? never seen you so excited to see me before.” he placed down his bag carelessly before both of his hands reached to your inner thighs to grab a hold of you, walking over to the bedroom and placing you down onto the bed.

“i bought something for you when i was at the market today!”

“is that so? show me then.” you tried to hide your evil giggle as you crawled up, heading over to one of the plastic bags on the desk, rummaging through it while kaiser stood there with his arms folded, waiting for you to finish digging through the swarms of newly bought items. after awhile, you pulled out a shirt and proudly showed him, the initial smug expression on his face replaced completely with one of blank eyes and lips falling into a straight line.

“I <3 MICHAEL KAISER” was written on the front, poorly cut pngs of him placed all over on the shirt, and the back of the shirt .. a fan art of kaiser sitting on a throne with over exaggerated jewellery around him while he was holding a big golden sword.

“isn’t it cool?! you should wear it!”

silence. pure silence from him.

“…it’s fun to look at, sure. how about you give it to me, yeah? i’ll analyse it after my shower.” he quickly took the shirt from you and immediately headed to the bathroom, not even giving you a chance to respond as he disappeared from your sight. and for some mysterious reason, ever since that day, the shirts been completely missing. how? kaiser threw it out of the bathroom window, obviously. he didn’t have the heart to say “it’s disgusting, a monstrosity. who would even draw me like that? i know i’m the best, liebe, but they couldve at LEAST made me look better. don’t ever show me this type of shit ever again, burn it.” in front of you!

★ masterlist

visual representations btw LOL

[kxsagi]

Hello \(^O^)/

can i make request about babydaddy bllk? (specifically sae my man🫦🫦🫦🥵🥵🔥🔥) plis? thank u, love u!

“𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲?”

a/n: i want a baby with isagi

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, shidou ryusei, kaiser michael, bachira meguru, karasu tabito

isagi yoichi

isagi printed out a parenting checklist before the baby was even born. laminated it. color-coded it. 

but the second he saw his baby all swaddled up and blinking like a sleepy potato burrito? brain: gone. 

he cried. actual tears. like he just watched a world cup final. 

calls you “mama” now in the softest voice ever. “mamaaaa, guess who rolled over today??? he’s basically an olympian.” 

obsessed with milestones. he’s got a whole spreadsheet labeled “baby boy's stats 🍼🔥” 

but he’s also lowkey dumb about baby stuff like: “so uh… does the soft spot ever get… hard? do we water it?” 

keeps trying to teach the baby soccer, but ends up with a pacifier in his shoe. 

one time he fell asleep while burping him and you walked in on them both passed out upright on the couch like twin corpses. 

narrates diaper changes like a sports analyst: “... and he’s going in for the wipe– OH! a rogue kick to the chest!! what a move! daddy’s down!” 

his phone is 90% baby pictures. 10% baby videos. all with the caption “my reason 🥹❤️” 

itoshi rin

rin was fully ready to be a distant father at first. “i’ll provide. i don’t need to be all cuddly.” 

and then you placed your baby in his arms and she cooed and he just short-circuited. 

it was like watching the grinch’s heart grow three sizes. 

calls her “my girl” in the softest, lowest tone that could melt solid ice. 

constantly holding her like a bomb, but won’t let anyone else touch her. 

once got so mad at shidou for making her cry that you had to hold him back. 

reads her old european literature like a bedtime story. “you will grow up to be smarter than everyone. daddy will make sure.” 

if you catch him holding her while his forehead is pressed to hers and his eyes are closed? girl just marry him again. 

baby girl is the only one allowed to pull his hair and survive. she once drooled in his mouth and he just went: “guess we’re sharing fluids now. that’s fine.” 

itoshi sae

the man had your baby's name engraved into a cartier bracelet before you gave birth. 

pulled up to the maternity ward in sunglasses and said “is she cute yet?” 

was not prepared. she opened her eyes and he looked like he saw god. 

“oh. she’s expensive.” 

immediately takes 300 photos. hires a private photographer. commissions a painting. 

teaches her to ignore annoying people by giving them side-eye. “see that, princess? that’s called judgment. you’ll be great at it.” 

baby cries? sauntering over like: “let’s go buy you something to fix that.” 

sleeps with her lying directly on his chest like a designer accessory. refuses to move even if his arm goes numb. 

the type to whisper “daddy loves you more than anyone” while handing her a birkin rattle. 

if she doesn’t like a toy, he fires the toy manufacturer. 

nagi seishiro

this baby is attached to him like velcro. she’s in his hoodie. in his lap. on his head. 

once you turned around and found him asleep with the baby inside his shirt like a kangaroo pouch. 

naps together so much you start calling them "the nap twins." 

sings lullabies in a monotone voice, but somehow she loves it. 

“go to sleep… don’t cry… too much energy… daddy’s tired…” 

lets her chew on his hair and just goes, “guess she’s teething. that’s chill.” 

can play video games with one hand while cradling her in the other. 

she slapped him once and he said “valid.” 

if you try to take her during nap time, he just pulls her closer and goes “no. i need her warmth.” 

mikage reo

bought a baby rolex. “she can’t tell time yet, but she deserves luxury.” 

his baby bag has compartments for: wipes, diapers, and emergency gold bars. 

hired an interior designer for the nursery. baby has a chandelier. 

she sneezed once and he booked an appointment at the pediatrician, a private clinic, and a homeopath. 

constantly filming her like a vlogger. “hi guys, today baby mikage is eating puréed mango for the first time! say hi, princess!!” 

baby girl sneezes: “bless you, heiress of my heart.” 

choreographs her little dances and makes everyone clap. 

keeps getting you matching outfits like “family slay day!” 

secretly worries she’ll grow up and marry someone who isn’t rich enough. “i need to build a moat. maybe a baby bodyguard.” 

shidou ryusei

was banned from diaper duty at first because he kept yelling “SHE POOPED OUT A WHOLE GROWN MAN???” 

but then she gripped his pinky and he turned into a puppy. 

does backflips to make her laugh. if she cries, he starts barking. 

teaches her nonsense like “kick anyone who doesn’t give you snacks.” 

paints her nails bright pink and yells “SHE’S A PRINCESS, YOU GOT A PROBLEM?!” 

accidentally gave her a sip of juice laced with chili powder (he forgot it was his). cried harder than she did. 

tucks her in like: “sweet dreams, little menace. bite someone in your dreams for me.” 

calls you “hot mama” in front of the baby 24/7. 

secretly practices baby sign language so he can be her favorite parent. 

kaiser michael

refuses to call her “the baby.” only refers to her as “my heir.” 

makes her little crowns out of tinfoil. 

got matching custom jerseys that say “KAISER 1” and “KAISER 2.” 

tried to teach her german as a newborn like: “repeat after me: ich bin besser.” 

brags about how good her genes are like she’s a show dog. 

doesn’t let people hold her unless they “pass the vibe check.” 

if she so much as frowns, he goes into “who hurt you?? WHO DID THIS??” mode. 

took a video of her yawning and edited it with dramatic music and captions like “a queen awakens.” 

if you fall asleep with the baby? he tucks a blanket over both of you and whispers “my whole world.” 

bachira meguru

his baby is his sidekick. he calls him “bug” or “my gremlin.” 

built him a mini art studio with finger paint, sparkly glue, and glitter that will haunt your floors forever. 

they have their own handshake. it ends with both of them blowing raspberries. 

turns every stroller walk into an imaginary mission. “we are astronauts now. avoid the sidewalk cracks, those are lava.” 

sings to him like it’s a concert. “this one’s for my no-teeth king!” 

gets emotional when he smiles at him. “he chose me. i’m so special.” 

if he’s cranky? he draws a mustache on his face and says “sir? your mood, please.” 

the baby once fell asleep drooling on his face and he whispered, “art.” 

karasu tabito

baby strapped to his chest in a carrier? check. sunglasses on her face? check. dad swagger? activated. 

calls her “little homie.” 

teaches her fake vocabulary. “this is a snack. say it with me: schmackle.” 

carries her around the grocery store like a backpack and narrates everything in an announcer voice. 

uses baby socks as puppets to do stand-up comedy. 

if she drools on him, he’s like “she baptized me. i am born anew.” 

has a million nicknames for her: booger bean, stink nugget, boss baby, lil’ goblin. 

accidentally taught her to blow raspberries after every kiss. now she does it to everyone. 

will 100% defend her baby drama. 

“your baby stole her toy? that’s WAR, karen.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[mdsbabygirl]

Cam girl!reader x bllk men

Synopsis: when the desperate and horny bllk men fall for the pretty cam girl

Featuring: Isagi Yoichi/Bachira Meguru/Chigiri Hyoma/ Yukimiya Kenyu/Alexis Ness/Michael Kaiser

Cw: SMUT MDNI, masturbation , porn addiction, jealousy, obsessiveness, egoistical men, horny men lol, reader is an adult entertainment worker, idk what else to add

ISAGI YOICHI:

Isagi isn't the type to fall for appearances. He'd usually value morals over looks, after all he's a gentleman that falls for a woman's inner beauty rather than how well she can ride cock; he thinks. He never imagined himself lowering at such a low, filthy level. Alas, the hormones got the better of him, so here he was stroking his cock in languid strokes, as he was watching your live. You were almost naked, if it hadn't been for those two tiny lace pieces covering your most sensitive spots, that you dared to call lingerie. You were so hot, hypnotizing your viewers with your body, voice and moves just like a siren, and Yoichi was yet another one of your victims.

In his dimly lit room, the air was thick with anticipation, he sat on the edge of his bed, his breath already coming in ragged gasps. His hand moved up and down his hard length as he jerked himself off, his browns furrowed in pure ecstasy as he was concentrated on the moans that escaped from the speakers. "Mmm, yeah... just like that..."

Isagi could have never imagined the extent of his lust for you, everyday logging into his account to see any updates on your upcoming live streams. He was addicted to you, he got high off the way you touched yourself, the way you rolled your hips while riding your dildo or the way you made ass bounce. He was utterly consumed by his cam girl's allure, drowning in an ocean of his own unquenchable desire. He felt rather possessive of you, referring to you as his girl, he'd mutter countless curses under his breath, imagining how much better he could make you feel. "That stupid toy doesn't know what it's doing." He'd say, leaning back in his chair, stroking himself faster as he watches you slide the pink dildo in and out of your wet pussy. Continuing to pump his cock, he watched intensely as you increased pace, your moans growing louder. "Damn, she needs a real man," he growls, his ego inflating alongside his dick. "I could ruin her pussy so much better than that dildo ever could." He'd groan as his cock twitches, spurting hot ropes of pearly cum on his abs, as he'd imagine how your pretty count would squeeze the hell out of him.

Bachira Meguru:

Bachira's routine changed significantly after his new discovery. Late night training sessions turned into him sitting in his dimly-lit apartment, eyes locked onto the laptop screen, transfixed on the cam girl dancing seductively on camera - his new obsession. His hand moved roughly over his cock as he watched her. "Fuck, look at those tits..." He was truly infatuated with the way you looked, particularly your boobs, he liked the way your nipples perked up in contact with the cold air, or when you pinched them with your fingers, enjoying the little mewled erupting from your delicious-looking lips.

Meguru's obsession deepens with each passing night. He convinces himself that you, with your seductive figure and sultry moves, were destined solely for him. Logging into your streams became his most sacred ritual, his heart racing when your flirtatious smile graced the screen. He'd call you "my angel," "my princess" while masturbating to your body. "None of those other viewers know how to appreciate her like I do... I'm the only one who truly understands her beauty." He'd coo, as he'd watch you rub your clit at a fast pace, rubbing his dick in erratic motions as his hips jerked upward, thick spurts of cum staining the PC's screen. He wished it was your face instead of that damn screen tho.

Chigiri Hyoma:

His fateful discovery happened one late night, when he was scrolling aimlessly on the internet, searching for something entertaining, he stumbled across a pretty cam girl's profile, your profile. Your captivating smile and heavenly body had immediately caught his eye. He was drawn to you like a moth to a flame. Chigiri was into you a little more than he liked to admit. Sleepless nights he passed jerking off to your sexy dances streams, dilated pupils focused on every single move, every sway of your hips, every squeeze of your tits, every bite on your red lips, EVERYTHING .

Hyoma would click on your live stream, his eyes widening as you danced seductively in front of the camera. He felt his pants grow tight, his length hardening. "God, she's so hot..." He whimpered softly, unbuttoning his jeans to free his aching erection. His fist pumped wildly up and down his shaft, each stroke accompanied by a desperate whimper. "Ah, fuck... just like that, baby..." He gasped, imagining you riding him hard. His hips bucked erratically, seeking out a pleasure he knew only you could provide. He watched you, with half lidded eyes, his breath heavy as his fist never stopped moving. With a choked cry, Hyoma's release hit him hard. He came all over his hand and stomach, moaning out filthy praises. "Fuck, you're so perfect... I'd fill you up with my cum every day if you were here with me..." He cried out

Yukimiya kenyu:

Kenyu's eyes were glued to the screen, his breathing ragged as he stared at your ondulating figure. His heart ached with an unfamiliar longing, his thoughts spinning with the sinfulness of his obsession. "This is so wrong..." He whispered to himself, feeling ashamed by his actions. Much like Isagi, Yukimiya wasn't one to fall for such sinful temptations, his strong belief in god had made him immune to the greed and lust most people tended to fall for, he thought. Nonetheless, he was still human, having his own needs and desires. When he found your account he didn't think he would get so infatuated with you. Your body radiating pure sex appeal didn't really help his newfound kin to you, actually it turned it into a full on obsession.

Everyday, he'd sit at his desk watching you as his hand moved desperately up and down his length, each touch sending bolts of pleasure through his body. " She's so beautiful..." His voice cracked in need. He knew this was wrong, downright sinful, yet despite this inner turmoil he couldn't tear his eyes off of you. Kenyu's face was scrunched up in a mix of pleasure and guilt as he jerked himself off. His hand flew over his length, his breathing ragged and uneven. "I'm going to hell for this..." he'd moaned, his eyes fixated on your bouncing curves. Suddenly, wave after wave of agonizing bliss crashed over Kenyu. His cock throbbed intensely as he came hard, pearly essence spurting onto his abdomen. "Ahhh, fuck... I'm cumming. God forgive me..." He'd whine, throwing his head back as he'd imagine how he'd make love to you.

Alexis Ness :

Ness had stumbled upon your account by accident, a random click leading him to a world he never knew he needed. Your username, "SweetSiren," was etched into his mind, and your profile picture—a sultry pout and a glimpse of cleavage—had drawn him in like a magnet. He never imagined himself obsessing over someone else who wasn't kaiser, yet here he was palming his hard-on from his pants as he was looking at some of your pics.

Your streams were always packed with viewers, but Alexis felt like you were performing just for him. The way you arched your back, the way you bit your lip ever do seductively, the way you spread your legs so invitingly... It was all for him. Or so he liked to believe. "Fuck, look at that pretty pussy..." He'd groan, finally freeing his aching erection from the restriction of his pants that had become a little too tight for him. His hand moved frantically over his hard length, imagining it was your touch instead. He moaned out loud, his voice laced with desire and need. "I'd treat you like a queen... give you everything you desire... but who else gets to see this beautiful face?" He moaned loudly, head thrown back. When he looked up to see more of your sexy features, he was met with other viewers' tips and comments, which made his jealousy flare up "Stupid perverts... She's mine! Only I get to see her like this..." He growled, his pace increasing as he jerked himself off violently. "When I finally meet you, I'll lock you away...nghh..ill make you mine Angel.." he'd whimper, hips jerking upward to meet his movements. "I'd make you scream my name every night, baby. Only I get to fuck that tight pussy..." Ness's fantasies ran wild as he stroked himself harder, his grip tightening around his shaft, making him cum violently, as thick ropes of creamy semen hit his toned abdomen, making his duck twitch in pleasure. He'd make you his one way or another, he just has to find a way to do so.

Michael Kaiser:

Michael Kaiser was a man of precision and strategy, both on and off the field. But when it came to his obsession with the cam girl, aka you, all logic flew out the window. He spent hours observing your streams, picking apart your every move, every facial expression. He wanted —needed— to know what things you liked and what not, he desperately sought the things that made your eyes roll back to the back of your skull, the things that made your toes curl and scream in pleasure.. he needed to know every little detail about you, his little slutty princess.

He'd tip you hundreds of dollars at a time, just to see you smile or hear you say his name. He'd request you to wear certain outfits, to say specific phrases, to play with particular toys... All to feed his insatiable obsession.

He'd sit in his dark room, the glow of his laptop casting eerie shadows on his face. His hand moved swiftly over his length as he watched you dance on his screen. "Say it..." He whispered, his voice hoarse as he stroked himself harder. You on the other line, just received another hundred dollars, which made you squeal in excitement, and at the same time bite your lips at your mysterious donor's request. You breathed in slowly, approaching the camera as you looked directly into it, "uhh.. Kaiser I want your cock so bad! Want it so deep inside me..." You moaned and mewled, all the while keeping your siren like allure, hypnotizing each and every one of your viewers, Kaiser included. His breath hitched as you teased you nipples, rolling them between your fingers. "Fuck... just like that," he moaned, his grip tightening around his cock. He imagined it was your hand, your mouth, your pussy wrapped around him instead of his own fist. With a stifled groan, Michael felt his orgasm building fast. His muscles tense, veins throbbing as he stroked feverishly, matching the rhythm of your seductive dance on screen. "Fuck... coming..." Several streams of hot cum shot out onto his stomach. "Jesus... baby..." He grilled, half lidded eyes glued to his screen as he watched you smile content as another very generous donation was made to you, "thank you so much Kaiser, you're such a generous Daddy!" You cooed, looking up at the camera with dolly eyes, all while he'd chuckle, ready for another round of masturbation.

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[weneeya]

jacked and kind m.list | rules

pairing. blue lock x reader

characters. karasu, sae, kunigami, kaiser

note. hi there! first time posting with blue lock but i'm down bad for the boys again so guess i'll give you some stuff with them hihihi anyway take the jacked and kind trend with them <3 don't hesitate to request with anyone from blue lock!!

Karasu

no way he’s not doing this ; too much of an opportunity 

he loves when you show him off, it makes him feel proud, a lot

when he lifts you up on his shoulder, his arm his around your legs to keep you in place while he flexes his other arm with a wide grin 

you gently tap his arm while rolling your eyes, and it only makes him chuckle

he says no when you tell him to put you down 

“it’s a kidnapping, princess, you’re not going anywhere now” 

moves you from his shoulder only to carry you bridal type, walking around the room while giggling like an idiot

the video kept turning on for a while, and you were sure that you didn’t want anyone to see this video ever

Sae

he thinks it’s stupid, only to show off ; and he’s not a show off

but when you look at him with your big doe eyes pleading for him to say yes?

guess he doesn’t have any other choice than doing this

he might not be the most jacked guy ever, but there no way he can’t carry you up

subtle with it, not lifting you up too quickly but soon you’re sitting on his shoulder

your hand is on your thigh when you’re up there, holding onto his own resting on your leg too

he slowly put you down, making sure you won’t fall in the process

you immediately run to your phone to check the video, and he’s soon to follow you

arms around your waist, glancing from above your shoulder, he whispers ‘happy now?” and you feel your legs growing weaker than when he lifted you up

maybe people doesn’t need to see your boyfriend like this finally

Kunigami

let’s say it’s kunigami before the “incident” (please i need my hero) 

doesn’t really mind if it makes you happy, it’s not like it’s a big deal for him

sure he blushed when he heard the song the first time because you think he’s kind ; like he’s not your boyfriend and you’re not in love with him……

you gasped slightly when he pulled you up, you’re on his shoulder in a second 

you knew he was strong but welp, it’s still surprising to be carried like you weight nothing

he looks up at you, a bit worried when you suddenly held onto his arm

“you okay, baby?” you melted the second he spoke, quickly nodding to reassure him

he puts you down soon after, making sure you weren’t lying 

he’s too nice, who’s better for being called jacked and kind?

Kaiser

a big no no at first 

carrying you on his shoulder so you can call him kind? no way 

thankfully for you, he loves you too much to say no for much longer if you keep pleading him 

not that he would admit it anyway, he just acts like he’s annoyed and says yes with a sigh

he likes to hold you, a big clingy boy secretly, so the idea of carrying you on his shoulder is not SO bad after all 

and you want to film it so you can show off to your little friends? fine for him, show them he’s better than their stupid boyfriends

carries you on his shoulder like it’s a piece of cake for him, and puts you down as easily 

“make sure to show it” he’s full of himself after seeing all smiley in front of the video

thank you for reading!

[krys4h]

𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏 ☆

summary◞﹒୧ Kaiser is your best friend and wants to help you with your sexual needs.

contents◞﹒୧  2,8k words, smut, fem!reader, girly!reader, fingering, oral sex, porn without plot, kaiser is kinda soft, slight fluff, best friends, straight to the point, minors dni.

You fell back on the bed, unsatisfied and grumpy.

“It was good, huh?” your one night stand panted out, getting up on his knees.

You rolled your eyes and cursed him internally.

“Yeah, yeah…” you replied without that much of enthusiasm, and turned your back at him in bed.

It’s been ages since you had enjoyed sex. No, literally. You don’t remember a time where a man made you come with his fingers, or a time where you didn’t have to simulate. Men were only good for jackhammering and sloppy strokes. This time, this stupid man succeed to hurt you with how bad he was fucking you. You were dry, and your moans were fake.

You didn’t paid attention to him and grab your phone on the on the bedside table, ready to complain about your sex life to your best friend, Kaiser. It had become your habit, eventually. While he was traveling the world for his matches, you would tell him how bad men were fucking you.

You: “you’re up?”

Your phone vibrated almost instantly.

Kai <3 : “I’m outside.”

You widened your eyes, not expecting that answer.

You: “wait I’m not alone.”

Kai <3 : “another one of your sex plans? I thought you would stop that shit.”

You rolled over in bed, looking at the man you shared your body with a few seconds ago, and already regretted it. You typed a response while sighing.

You: “more like a sex disaster.”

“Someone is coming over, can you leave?” You called out to the man who was getting dressed, having already forgotten his name.

He wasn’t even your type, you didn’t know why you flirted with him. You always regretted your choices when you were desperate, like Kaiser said, you should seriously stop that shit. But you had needs and you were in your twenties, it wasn’t your fault if every men you slept with were bad at sex.

He turned around, confused, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Leaving? But…”

He was putting his jeans back on, his hands frozen. You sighed, irritated, turning in bed. He was making things difficult.

“Yeah, leaving,” you insisted and yawned, your hand on your mouth.

Experiencing bad sex was tiring. You didn’t want to be particularly mean to him, but he paid no attention to your pleasure during the intercourse, he was only good for selfish strokes. He mumbled an insult that you ignored as he dressed himself quickly. When he quit your apartment with his stuff in hands, you got up and stretched yourself.

Kaiser was coming soon, so you took a few steps towards your door to leave it open for him. You rushed to the shower, washing yourself in the warmth of hot water. You didn't want the guy's smell on you anymore, and you slathered yourself in vanilla cleansing cream. You took your time in the shower cabin, and when you left it, it is with caramel moisturizer that you coat your body. You sprayed yourself with vanilla body mist, and put on a clean pair of pajamas : pink cotton mini shorts, and a tank top of the same color and material. You were drying your hair with a towel when you left the bathroom, your pink slippers slapping on the parquet floor.

Sat on your bed with his hood on his head, Kaiser’s intense blue eyes looked up to you, interrupting his game on your TV. His eyes roamed your body from head to toe, lingering on the curve on your hips in your mini short. He raised his head to look at you better, and his eyes contact send a wave of electricity throughout your body, having more of an effect on you than the sex you just had.

There had always been a special tension between the two of you, and you knew you had kind of crossed the friendship line a long time ago, but neither of you had the courage to put a specific name on your relationship, and you had stuck to considering yourselves best friends.

“You’re all pink,” his gruff voice teased you.

“You know it’s my favorite color,” you shrugged with a smile, walking towards the bed. You took your phone, and played an rnb playlist, the playlist beginning by “deep”, by summer walker.

He was wearing his usual black hoodie that he wore when he was traveling between soccer matchs, and baggy jogging of the same color. You sat just next to him, and lowered toward his level to kiss his cheek. He turned his head towards you, his eyes softened and his lips curled into a small smile.

“It’s been a while,” It was true that because of his many matches at the moment, you had less time to see each other.

“Yeah, I missed you.”

“Really?” his smile grew into a smirk, “I thought you were occupied with your fuck buddies.”

“Don’t talk about that,” you mumbled, already grumpy because of the subject. “Today was horrible.”

“Tell me.”

He looked again at the TV, and resumed his Call Of Duty game, using your PS4.

“It’s weird to talk about my sex life with a man, I’m not telling you,” you chuckled.

“Come onnnnn.”

“Nah.”

He killed an opponent and turned to you.

“You’re always complaining about it, lemme hear the full story.”

“I’m not talking about my sex fantasies with you, Kai.”

He rolled his eyes and nudged you, you laughed at his motions.

“C’mere.”

He wrapped an arm around your waist and brought you closer to him. You raised your head, and your eyes met his usual smile and you sighed, already giving up. You sat on his lap, and he stretched his long, muscular legs out on your bed.

“Now tell me you your secrets,” his cold breath brushed the back of your neck, and you shivered a bit.

His hands were focus on the PS4 controller as he killed more and more opponents, the game being easy for him, but his mind were focused on you.

“You’re gonna mock me.”

“I’m not denying that,” he chucked.

The room was filled with the sounds of the game on the TV, and his eyes were glued to it but his mouth was right next to your ear. Every word he spoke with his deep voice gave you goosebumps.

“I told him to go hard, he did it, but without foreplay.”

Kaiser winced.

“You okay?”

“No,” you sighed. “Men don’t know how to please a woman, it’s just hurtful at this point.”

“Not every men, don’t worry.”

He gave you his controller, letting you play.

“I’m sorry but it’s starting to become hard to not believe every man are bad at sex.”

“I’m not.”

He whispered that just next to your ear, as if he was doing it on purpose. He placed his hands on your thighs and he gave you soft caresses on your skin with his palms.

“I believe what I see,” your hands on the controller tensed when you felt his voice in you ear, “I need evidence.”

“Evidence? You really want evidence?”

It’s like the whole atmosphere of the room shifted to something more sensual, more intimate. You struggled to paid attention to your game as Kaiser let his hands wandered on the flesh of your thighs.

“I can give you the evidence you want,” he continued in your ear, and he lowered his head to lean down in your neck, his breath hovering on your skin. Your breath caught in your throat, and you didn’t know what to say at this moment, but the throbbing sensation in your lower belly was the answer you needed.

He grabbed the flesh on your inner thighs in his hands, and pressed a kiss on the skin of your neck. It wasn’t the first time he did that, but it was the first time your body reacted to it that much. You instantly let go of the controller, and it fell on the mattress.

“Kai.”

“Yeah?” his mouth kissed along your throat, his tongue sliding on your skin. When you said you liked neck kisses, you were talking about that: his mouth hungry of your flesh, sucking it with appetite. He used his teeth, slowly biting your skin as he sucked it between his lips. It felt so good, your insides twisted in excitement as you rubbed your thighs together.

He continued to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses, devouring your neck, his hands gripping your legs.

“Got you all silent?” he smirked against your wet skin, and he wrapped his arms around you, bringing you closer. “What did you want to say?”

“Nothing,” you melted under his caresses and kisses, unable to say anything.

It’s been a while since you remarked that he looked at you with longing and desire, not a very friendly stare. You too, you didn’t looked at him with a friendly stare. His voice and his gaze had an extreme effect on you since forever. It was even logical that you were led to do this now.

“You smell so good,” he whispered in your neck, your scent intoxicating. “Lemme show you the evidence, yeah?” his hands played with the hem of your short.

“We aren’t friends anymore if you deceive me,” you inhaled, getting your sass back and he laughed in your neck.

“Friends? Who is friends? You’re my girl since the beginning, you were just a bit… Lost.”

You widened your eyes at his confidence.

“I’m not your-”

“But that’s okay, I’m gonna show you what it feels to be my girl and you’re gonna stop looking for others men,” he slid his hands under your short, and you froze. The two of you held your breathing because of how wet you were already are.

“I just kissed your neck and you’re…”

“Shut up,” you mumbled, heat coming in your face.

“I’m not complaining,” he chuckled, and he rubbed his fingers on the wet spot of your lace pink thong. You let out a soft sigh, already shifting and squirming on his lap. You closed your eyes.

“Tell me what you want, how you like it.”

“Mhm…”

You struggled to stay focused with his caresses on your clothed cunt.

“When you’re doing it with them,” he moved one of his hands to roam all over your body under your tank top, to finally grasp one of your breasts, “what do you ask them?”

With the hand under your short, he traced circles with his fingers on the wet spot, and when his hand on your breast, he kneaded it in his palm.

“I…” you began, breathing already fast as you rubbed your thighs together. “I don’t know, it depends.”

“What do you want to do with me?”

Rough. Fucking you dumb, like you were nothing to him. Or slow and deep. Or just, pleasuring you with oral sex. How can you said that to your best friend?

“Uh…”

His fingers slid under your thong, and you arched your back when he started to toy with your clit, his index and middle fingers playing on the sweet spot. His erection rubbed against your back.

“Tell me.”

“I don’t know, I just want to feel good,” you tilted your head back, resting in the crook of his neck, inhaling softly.

“Imma make you feel real good, don’t worry,” his words were like a promise and you bit your lips at his gruff and sultry voice.

“They always say that and…”

“Don’t compare me to your lame sex plans,” he interrupted you, and his grip on your breast tightened. “’m gonna show you how it is done.”

Kaiser had an ego, he showed itself at that moment. He didn't want to be compared to the jerks who had been in your bed, it was an insult to him. He knew how to please a woman and he was going to show you.

He sat up on the bed, and gently placed you on the left side of the bed. You looked up, confused, following him with your eyes. He stood up from the bed to place his knees in front of you, his height towering over you. He took off your shorts and thong.

“Open your thighs,” he commanded, and you submitted, your heart racing. You spread your legs, your cunt in display for him. His eyes were full of lust, and you almost wanted to look away, intimidated by his gaze on your intimate parts. You weren’t shy usually, but the desire in his gaze was so intense.

He leaned down, arranging the pillow behind your back so you were more comfortable and it warmed your stomach. You didn't know this side of him. He bent down, his face above your sensitive spot, his breath brushing it, and making you shift your legs, nervous.

He looked up, his gaze on you, his eyes never leaving you as he slowly went down, and grabbed your thighs, passing his arms under them to control them well and avoid you trapping his head between them.

The first contact of his tongue on your cunt, made you jolt and grab the blanket under you. He teased you with the tip of his tongue, before tracing a line along your entrance, parting your lips. He was so slow with it, it excited you so much, your feverish gaze on him and your legs tense with anticipation.

“Come on,” you rocked your lips against his mouth, wanting to feel his tongue deeper, and your voice was impatient. He smiled against your cunt, but said nothing and continued his torture.

Every flick of his tongue was slow, deliberate, precise. He knew what he was doing, he knew how to rile you up. You desperately wanted more, so you pushed your cunt against his mouth, grinding against him, but nothing changed, he kept his tongue still against your clit and your thighs were clenched with need.

“Please,” you panted, rubbing your twitching hole against his face with urge, “I want to…”

Just when you spoke, he decided to stop his torture, and he buried his face deep in your wet folds, his tongue licking up every stripes of your arousal. You jolted, your back arched.

“Fuck,” you breathed out, grinding against him, “yes, please, just like that.”

You shut your eyes tight as you savored him eating you. He drove his tongue deeper and made circles on your twitching hole. Your arousal was dripping down his chin, and as he made out with your cunt, he made such lewd noise that heat rushed to your face.

It wasn't just his mouth that was working on you, but his whole face. As his mouth and tongue were deep in your folds, his nose rubbed against your clit, making your thighs clenching at his every rubbing motions.

That’s what you called an “eater”. A man not shy about pleasing the woman, his face deep in her pussy, licking all of her slick, and his tongue wiggling inside as you pushed your cunt into his mouth.

You rubbed your lower body against his face, whimpering without shame since it felt so good. Your orgasm approached, and it’s been a while since you felt that way with a man. Your mind were fussy as he fucked you with his tongue, and your pussy clenched in his mouth.

His eyes never left you, he loved seeing your body twitching every time his tongue brushed your clit. His eyes were half-lidded, he was pussy drunk. He treated you like a princess, eating you like it was his last mission on earth. His mind were dizzy with his your taste and smell. He always wondered how you tasted, how you smelt, and know he had his answer, he wasn’t going to let you down.

When your body went still, ready to explode he did something that you never experienced before. He withdrew his face off inside you, and blew on your clit, his mouth forming an “O”. The cold breath on your sensitive spot created a surge of electricity in your body, and you came with lightning force, your body arched.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and let you catch your breath as he sat in bed, next to you. You slowly came down from your high, breathing hard. It was the best head you never had in your life. You didn’t have energy for more, you were so already exhausted by the clenching and tension in your legs. You stared at the ceiling, shocked. Kaiser chuckled.

“So?”

“What?”

“I wanted to do more, but you seem tired.”

You lowered your head, and saw your shaking legs. Kaiser was a monster.

“You’re…” you turned your head to look at him, and searched for the best word. “Crazy.”

“So, no man can satisfy you?”

You rolled your eyes, and chose not to answer him. You turned your back on him, and took your phone to scroll on the net, but your mind was fixed on the phenomenal orgasm that you had just had. It was sensational, crazy.

“Answer me,” he slapped your ass, and you gasped, surprised.

“Kai!”

You turned around to throw a punch at him, but he easily dodged it. As if nothing had happened, you fought in bed, throwing a pillow at him and giggling, as you always did with him. Except now, you knew what your best friend was capable of.

𓍯 𝐤𝐫𝐲𝐬

[cheralith]

Hear me out

More on the Blk×hp crossover because it has taken over my life

Okay, Kaiser hears a rumour that you and isagi are dating.

This infuriates kaiser to no end. He doesn't know why it pisses him off. He's being extra mean to you, and you can't seem to figure out why. Don't even get me started on Quidditch. He's got it out for Isagi, he's more aggressive towards poor isagi. What if Isagi gets hurt? You're tending to him and omgg it gets him . Bro is loosing his shit atp.

If he sees you guys together at Hogsmeade on Valentine's day...

I just want to see his ass suffer and when he realizes that it's false information lmfao 🤣 and bro was torturing himself (and poor Ness #nessdeservesbetter😔 #justiceforness) over nothing

Yeahh that's it. Please forgive me if there're any grammatical errors

Take care.

Happy Valentines 💝

characters ; michael kaiser

contains ; hogwarts au, slytherin!kaiser, ravenclaw!reader, gryffindor!isagi, mild violence

happy (late) valentine's day, angel! you've put me in a ditzy because of this ask, so i thank you kindly for feeding into my daydreams i quite like this stupid little white boy <3 (also i said in a previous post that yoichi would be a ravenclaw, but i think he suits gryffindor a lil more ngl esp after ch293 :P)

kaiser would most DEFINITELY be the type of person to let out his anger through his playing, so expect there to be a ton of fouls from him during the gryffindor vs. slytherin match because he just "accidentally" keeps running into isagi, nearly knocking him off his broom more than ounce. it doesn't help that there's been whispers circulating that there's been confirmation of you and isagi officially being a couple after the many speculations from stray eyes that keep a rather close eye on you and him. the golden boy of gryffindor and the ace of ravenclaw... many would agree that you and him would be power couple in the halls of hogwarts, completely disregarding kaiser. it didn't help that evidently, you and isagi got along much better than you and kaiser did, sharing soft smiles and joyous laughter amongst each other rather than hardened glares and quick-witted insults. you were best friends after all, not sworn rivals like you and he were.

slytherin ends up winning the match, kaiser rising victorious by scoring the winning goal to break the tie, but he can't really celebrate his win in full because he sees you later tidying up some wounds and scratches isagi had gotten from the match in the preparation tent. his jaw grits, watching the intimate scene unfurl before him.

isagi hisses through his teeth when you gently place the cotton bud on an open wound on his elbow.

you wince, pulling your hand back. "i'm sorry..."

"no," isagi shakes his head, encouraging you to keep going. "i'm fine, it just stings a bit, 's all..."

you look at him with a doubtful countenance, but dab the alcohol-soaked cotton bud anyway, trying not to notice the way isagi's eyes close in pain. tenderly, you place a band-aid on the skin before you soak another cotton bud and move to the scratch on his cheek, your fingers brushing his reddened cheek (the hue unnoticed by you) when you repeat the process to help disinfect and clean up the small gash.

"he's such a bastard," you mutter softly, "he should've gotten a foul when he nearly knocked you into the hufflepuff stands."

isagi shrugs, "it is what it is."

"is it me or did he seem more pissed than usual?" you inquire, your fingers smoothing over the bandage you've placed over the cut. "like he was taking his anger on you specifically. did you do something to him?"

"hell if i know," isagi sighs, rolling his eyes. "it's hard to read kaiser."

kaiser's eyes narrow as you hold isagi's face in your palm, his nails digging into his palms as he watches you examine him for any spare injuries you didn't tend to. not wanting to infuriate himself with this meddling nonsense, he decides to replace the feeling with pride and glory, stomping out of the tent and replacing the loud throbbing in his ears with the cheers of his fellow slytherins that shout his name in a steady beat as he appears before him.

he bathes in the glory for a bit, letting his ego fill with the approvals of his audience, though from the corner of his eye, he catches a blur of blue and red walk side by side together out of the arena, arm in arm.

on valentine's day, kaiser receives bucketloads of chocolates from his admirers, both known and unknown. he waves them off when ness presents them, going downstairs to fetch some breakfast, only for him to see you hand isagi a medium-sized golden box of chocolates shaped in a diamond that he accepts gratefully, a large smile on his face before he gives you a bag of candies. you go and give your other friends the same chocolates, a small personalized envelope with a card glued onto the front of it, their names all written in a pretty cursive.

he ditches breakfast, deciding he'll eat later and runs up back to his dorm. for some reason this year, unlike the prior ones, he actually shuffles through all the boxes trying to look for a peculiar, diamond shaped one, and he does find it to his satisfaction. he pulls it out so fast from the pile and rips open the card, anticipating a specific someone's name to be signed at the bottom.

... but his face contorts into irritation when an unknown girl's name is read. who the hell is "imogen?"

he tosses the letter over his shoulder, thinking this was stupid. no way did he just spend fifteen minutes attempting to find a box of chocolates from you, knowing the tense relationship between you and him. of course you wouldn't give him any—you weren't even friends! so why the sudden spark of hope...?

kaiser's valentine's day turns even more sour when he tries to distract himself and goes to hogsmeade to fix himself up some firewhiskey, only to see you and isagi in the window of honeydukes, examining candy together. this didn't seem to be a group trip either, considering he didn't recognize anyone else that you were friends with in the store, so you and him must've went together.

right—he nearly forgot. you were a couple now. of course you'd be spending the holiday of love together. that's just common sense.

"you think she'll like this?" isagi asks you, holding up a basket assortment of many candies. "i don't know what she really likes, so i was thinking i'd play it safe and just get her everything."

you grin and throw him a thumbs up. "good move, i think she'd quite like that. maybe throw in that teddy bear we saw earlier."

he nods with a blush on his face that you can only giggle at. you've never seen your best friend so giddy before, especially since he'll be having his first date with the hufflepuff girl in his astronomy class he's been admiring, a pride within you blooming when he told you excitedly this morning that he'd be going to madame puddifoot's soon with her.

"i'm gonna go pay and then go get ready back at my dorm," says isagi as he nudges his head towards the cash register, the gifts he holds in his hands starting to tumble out of his grasp a little. "i'll see you later at dinner to tell you how everything went!"

"good luck! don't be nervous!" you call out to him when he shuffles through the crowd before returning your attention to examine the luxury chocolates they had just imported from belgium.

a shadow looms over you suddenly, and you feel the temperature drop a bit from the air around you. there's an impending sense of doom that pits itself in your stomach, so it doesn't take you too long to discover the identity of the tattooed hand that snatches the box of chocolates you were examining away.

your jaw ticks.

"i was looking at that," you mutter with irritation, slowly turning back around to face a familiar blonde. "... kaiser."

"hm," kaiser merely hums back nonchalantly, eyes flickering over the assortment of flavors indicated on the back. "never thought you'd have such a sophisticated sweet tooth," he mutters as he reads over the unique flavor profiles of each chocolate.

"god forbid someone wants to go out of their comfort zone," you roll your eyes obnoxiously before picking up another box to assess, not wanting to bother to get back the previous one you were holding. of course somehow kaiser makes your life ten times more difficult whenever he was around, even off campus grounds.

the assortments look so tasty, you think, reading over the details of the feuilletine truffle. maybe you should treat yourself this valentine's day, relishing in fancy chocolates and curling up with a good book sounds like your ideal day of rest. you think you deserve an upgrade from the casual chocolates you were used to purchasing for a quick fix...

... until you look at the price of the box of chocolates.

your eyes nearly bulge out of their head when you read the price.

"forty five galleons?!" you whisper-shout under your breath, only loud enough for the man behind you to hear. kaiser's eyes flicker towards your astonished visage. "merlin, was this made out of unicorn hair or something?!"

you sigh and place the box down on the shelf again, choosing to return back to the safety of the generic honeydukes chocolate bar instead of wasting your money on something that'd disappear all too quickly.

"you're not gonna get it?" kaiser inquires as you begin to look for a way out of the chocolates area.

"as if i have that kind of money," you snort haughtily.

"then ask your boyfriend to buy it. it's valentine's day after all," kaiser snarks back, the words coming out of his lips faster than he's able to fully process them. he curses himself in his mind when he realizes what he's said, revealing the fact that your status as a couple wasn't as hidden as some may say.

"huh?" you turn back with a confused look. "boyfriend? what?"

it's kaiser's turn to look perplexed. "your boyfriend?" he repeats and pokes a stray strand of hair from the top of his head to mimic an ahoge. "yoichi isagi? golden boy of gryffindor? sound familiar?"

your brows furrow and you wonder if he's making fun of you.

"yoichi and i aren't dating," you counter back. "who told you that?"

the way kaiser feels relieved feels unnatural, like a giant weight had just been unburdened from his shoulders. he shouldn't even be feeling this heaviness in the first place, but he did and now it's gone just from the mere words that counter his initial belief.

... he still feels relieved, oddly enough.

"i—" kaiser starts, but draws blanks when he attempts to cover up his nasty acceptance of a mere rumor, feeling idiotic he had believed such a thing so fast and so intently. "it's just floating about. since y'know, you guys are so close... and stuff," he mutters hotly.

your lip curls in annoyance. "never thought you'd be one to accept rumors so loosely," you mimic his tone from earlier, crossing your arms. a vein pops in kaiser's forehead at your arrogance, and he opens his mouth to give you a snide response back, but you begin to turn on your heel.

"don't believe such stupid shit so fast," you say, waving a hand to indicate your leave. "it won't do you good in the long-run."

kaiser is eventually left alone in the chocolate aisle, a little flabbergasted at what just happened. he watches you as you exit the store by yourself, choosing not to buy anything while he's in the vicinity. a warmth blooms within kaiser's chest however, when he repeats your denial of a relationship in his head.

"yoichi and i aren't dating."

"they're not dating," kaiser mumbles to himself as he grips the box of expensive chocolates in his hands with a small smile. "yeah... they're not dating."

that evening, you later find a delicately wrapped box placed on your desk with your name on it. you take off the green ribbon and rip open the white wrapping paper and widen your eyes to what's revealed from inside.

it was the box of expensive belgian chocolates you were looking at just hours beforehand. you're astonished, thinking who on earth had spend this much money on you when you try and find the sender of the package, only to be met with a short, mysterious inscription on the back of the box's lid.

"happy valentine's day. eat well and enjoy." —🌹

[i2rizz]

Hey I have a suggestion please :3 bllk boys (rin and kaiser are my fav :3) with reader who goes non verbal a lot :3

Exams are frying me rn btw

The Way You Speak Without Words

Rin/Kaiser/Shidou/Isagi x Neurodivergent!Reader

Rin Itoshi

You don’t speak when you arrive at his apartment. Not out of rudeness—Rin knows better than that—but because today is one of those days.

You hang up your coat silently. To anyone else, it might look like you’re just quiet. To Rin, it’s a full sentence.

You're nonverbal.

He freezes in the kitchen, hand still halfway through opening a bottle of water. Something clenches in his chest—not panic, just... tightness. He hates when he doesn't know what to do.

You drop your bag on the floor. He watches you toe off your shoes with slow, careful movements, like every motion has weight.

"...Long day?" he mumbles.

No answer. Not even a nod.

You don’t make eye contact, but you walk over and gently lean against his side like a sunflower curling toward the sun.

He tenses. Only for a moment.

Then he exhales slowly and slides an arm around you. No questions, no awkward "should I…" thoughts—he just pulls you closer and lets you be.

You stay like that for a while, warm against his chest. Your fingers fidget with the sleeve of his hoodie. It’s your favorite one—oversized and worn at the cuffs—and he put it out earlier when he saw the weather turn gray.

Rin doesn’t ask why you’re quiet. He’s done that before. Got frustrated once, even. It ended with him feeling like a jackass and you overwhelmed.

He learned.

Now, he lets the silence talk.

He grabs the water, uncaps it, and holds it to your lips like it's the most natural thing in the world. You drink.

"Good" His voice is rough, but soft. "Sit. I’ll make that rice thing you like"

You sit. He cooks. You press your cheek to the table while it simmers.

When he sets the bowl in front of you, you look up at him, tired but grateful.

And Rin—stoic, cold, sharp-tongued Rin—softens just a little.

"Don’t gotta talk" he mutters, flicking your forehead lightly. "I still hear you"

And he means it.

Michael Kaiser

Kaiser thrives on reaction. Your laughter. Your fake annoyance. The way you roll your eyes when he says something outrageous, which is every five minutes.

So when you don’t say anything one morning—no kiss, no quip, not even a smirk—he short-circuits.

"You mad at me?" he jokes, pouring cereal like he doesn’t care. His smile is crooked, but his eyes flicker. He’s watching.

You blink once and shake your head.

No.

Then silence again.

You tug your hoodie sleeves over your hands and stare down at the bowl he placed in front of you. Kaiser sits across from you, arms crossed, leaning in.

He’s quiet for once.

You can feel him trying to decipher you like a puzzle.

"…Wait" he says suddenly, like a lightbulb exploded in his brain. "Is this that nonverbal thing again?"

You glance up, startled—not because he noticed, but because he said it so casually. Like it wasn’t weird. Like it was just another part of you.

He grins. "Hah. Knew it. You always get real twitchy when I talk too much. And I’m amazing at reading the vibes, shatz. It’s like a talent"

You snort softly.

Victory.

"That counts as a laugh, by the way. I’m counting it"

He slides your spoon closer and grabs his phone. You watch him open Notes and type in:

"Tuesday: won a laugh while girlfriend was mute. Still got it"

You smack his arm. Gently.

And he beams.

He doesn’t ask you to speak. Doesn’t get pouty. Just keeps the energy up like a one-man show, making dumb jokes and holding out your favorite fruit like it’s a peace offering.

When you finally curl up next to him on the couch and press your nose into his side, he slings an arm around you and whispers:

"I talk enough for both of us anyway"

And for once, the silence makes him feel comfortable.

Shidou Ryusei

"You’re quiet" he says.

No shit Sherlock.

You give him a look. He gives it right back.

"Like, quiet quiet" he adds, poking your cheek. "Usually you huff at me or throw a pillow or something. But now? Nothing. Zip. Nada. Zilch. Creepy"

You stick your tongue out.

"Oh thank god" he sighs dramatically, flopping onto the bed beside you. "I thought I broke you"

You turn your back to him, but he wriggles closer like a worm. His breath is warm against your shoulder.

"…You nonverbal again?"

You nod once.

He pauses.

Then: "That’s kinda sick"

You blink.

"Like—okay, no, wait, not sick like bad, sick like rad. It’s mysterious. It’s cool. It’s like you’re casting a spell or plotting my death silently. I respect the hustle”

You laugh silently.

Shidou slings an arm around your waist and squeezes. "Don’t need words anyway. You’ve got those shifty eyes. You’re like a sexy little mime"

You swat his hand. He cackles.

Then, after a moment of calm: "Hey. Seriously though. You good?"

You nod again. He taps twice on your forehead.

"Cool. Just gimme a signal if you need to bail or whatever. I’ll fight anyone who looks at you weird. With teeth"

You smile into the sheets.

Only Shidou could make nonverbal comfort feel like a rollercoaster at a rave. And yet… he gets it. In his own gremlin way, he always does.

Isagi Yoichi

You warned him early on: sometimes, you don’t talk. Not won’t—can’t.

Isagi nodded like it was normal. Then showed up the next day with a notebook and sticky notes labeled "Is this okay?" / "Want water?" / "Need a hug?"

You fell for him a little harder right then.

Today is one of those days.

You sit on the couch with your knees to your chest, zoning out. He enters, sees your face, and doesn’t say a word.

He just walks into the kitchen and comes back with tea.

Sets it down next to you. Doesn’t push. Doesn’t ask.

He sits beside you and opens his laptop, leaning lightly against your side. A calm weight.

After a while, he taps your knee and holds up a sticky note.

"Want me to put on a comfort movie?"

You nod.

He doesn’t ask which one—he already knows. The menu theme starts to play. Familiar. Soft.

You nuzzle into him, and his arm wraps around you gently.

"I love you" he murmurs. "You don’t have to say anything. I’ll still say it"

Your throat clenches—but in a good way.

You press a kiss to his shoulder in reply.

And it’s more than enough.

[yoiisa]

Hiii I love your work and I was wondering if you could write about reader telling her bf about her celebrity crush and they get jealous!! (Ness , rin , sae , isagi)

gotchu bby!! (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

➜ alexis ness can be a bit . . . devoted at the least and overbearing at the most ➜ this man was also isagi hater no. 1 because of how much attention kaiser gave isagi so like, if you start gushing about a celebrity all the time, i don't think he'll take it all that well ➜ he won't get like overtly mad or anything about it, but he will sulk in a corner, and you will know that he is sulking ➜ i also think this bitch is like the best at puppy eyes and has mastered a pout that will sent you straight into a fit of cuteness aggression like never before

Your currently the little spoon in bed, your boyfriend draped over your back. His face is buried in your shoulder and his arms are wrapped tightly around you waist. You’re scrolling again on your phone, your for you page on TikTok a blend of brainrot and edits of your fav actor. You scroll through the comments of a particularly nice edit, liking comments like “ ‘Get a load of this guy-‘ IM TRYING!!!” You giggle and that’s when you feel Ness huff against your skin in annoyance. He takes your phone and turns it off, before tossing it behind him. Before you can say anything he cups a hand over your mouth. “I’m your boyfriend,” he whispers and you can only roll your eyes. “I know Alexis.” “You don’t need whatever his name is.” You smile and sigh. “I never said I did.” “You shouldn’t look at him like that when you have me.” “Alexis.” He wraps his arms tighter around you, and you swear if he goes any tighter you won’t be able to breathe soon. You struggle a little in his arms, and he finally releases you. You turn in his arms, your head accidentally bumping his. Ness rubs his forehead as you settle back into his arms, his purple eyes soft and sad. They’re wide and shiny, and he looks so cute like this. You can’t help yourself. You spread tiny kisses all over his face, his cheeks, his nose, his forehead- everywhere. He cuts off your barrage with a kiss on your lips, his mouth soft and gentle against your lips. He takes your hands and holds them in his own. When he pulls away, he kisses your knuckles. “You’re mine,” he whispers. “I’m yours,” you agree. “I always will be.” He finally smiles, staring at you through his lashes. “Good.”

➜ when you show itoshi rin your celebrity crush, he feigns being uninterested so heavily it ends up doing a completely 180 ➜ like this bitch pretends not to care so much that he literally will mutter to himself about how much he does not care ➜ the whole time you're in the corner just trying not to laugh at the goof because rin being jealous is a specific type of unhinged that never gets old

It’s been two hours since you told Rin about the concert of your favorite singer and you walk into the kitchen to find this: Rin cutting apple slices and muttering to himself, angrily. “I don’t even get why she likes him so much, I’m so much better than him. He’s probably all plastic surgery, at least I’m naturally pretty. His voice is probably all autotune anyway, my voice is nice. She thinks it’s nice, doesn’t she? Especially during se-” “Rin!” you call and his eyes dart up to look at you. You walk towards him and take the knife from his hand. He looks down at the cutting board to find that he was cutting the same apple slice over and over and over again, the chunk now a mess of thin slivers. “Are you okay?” you ask, raising an eyebrow. What you just walked in on was immensely funny, but you couldn’t help but worry that your boyfriend was losing whatever of his mind he had left. “Of course,” his voice is clipped. “Why wouldn’t I be?” “. . . Rin the apple.” He clicks his tongue and puts the sliver in his mouth. He pretends to chew it, because genuinely how could he chew something so tiny, before shrugging. “Tastes fine to me.” You sigh and kiss his cheek. You pay the other one and laugh softly. “If you say so. Can we go to that concert then?” His face goes blank for a moment, his brain short circuiting as jealousy overtakes his mind. He nods, but his voice fails him. All he can do is give another apple slice the same treatment as before.

➜ contrary to his brother, itoshi sae is significantly better at hiding his jealousy by just diverting the conversation away from your celebrity crush at every given circumstane ➜ if they're on TV, sae will change the channel, if y'all are walking somewhere together and there's a poster of them hung up somewhere, sae will divert your path so you stay out of its line of sight ➜ and whenever you call him out on it, he becomes the king of gaslighting you, and you end thinking that you are just imagining it all

“Sae are you okay?” you ask as the two of you approach a crosswalk. He presses the button for the walk sign. He turns to you and cocks his head. His brows slightly furrow as he asks, “Why wouldn’t I be?” “You’ve changed the side of the road you’re walking on like fifty times,” you note. “I’m worried.” Sae just stares down at you, his silence becoming more and more unnerving by the minute. Finally, he lifts a hand and covers your eyes. Your lips part as a tiny surprised gasp escapes your mouth, but your breath is quickly stolen as Sae leans down to kiss you. His lips slide against yours softly, gently, and lovingly. You feel his lashes brush his skin and you lift your hand up to his cheek, brushing his skin with your thumb. The truth is, your favorite actor from your favorite drama was popping up on TV screens and billboards from the second the two of you left the house. The show was getting a new season, so it made sense that they were doing a lot of promotion for it, but seriously. Every time Sae saw that actor, he felt a feeling he would rather not unpack right now light in his chest. Kissing you seemed to calm it a little bit though. When he finally pulls back, you smile up at him, confusion in your eyes as you tilt your head. “What was that?” He cups your cheek, brushing the corner of your mouth with his thumb. “Don’t worry about it.”

➜ at first isagi yoichi genuinely isn't affected at all by your crush. ➜ after all, you're a regular person and they're a celebrity. there is like, a 5% chance you'll ever meet them in person, let alone manage to have a meaningful conversation ➜ but then, you do meet the celebrity in person and isagi's brain has to rewire itself ➜ it's tacky and stupid, but he definitely pulls you a little closer and puffs his chest up like a bird in the amazon, trying to assert his dominance over someone who could not give less of a fuck

You couldn’t believe your luck. You just so happened to bump into your favorite model just as you were leaving a restaurant on a date with Isagi. Initially, you’d wanted to leave him be so he could have a fun time off, but the model had caught you staring and waved you over. He was so pretty in person, you couldn’t believe it! You also couldn’t believe the way your boyfriend was acting right now. You’d never pegged Isagi as the jealous type, but from the way he was squeezing your hand right now and the way his muscles were flexed and tensed to look bigger . . . you had no idea what was going on right now. “I loved the way you showcased the 2023 spring collection,” you gush, trying to ignore Isagi’s behavior. “Thank you very much, it was a lot of fun working with that designer,” the model says, rubbing the back of his neck shyly. Isagi smiles tightly, and you swear a vein pops in his forehead. “I was actually quite lucky myself. I managed to snag a piece from the jewelry of that line for her. Most people would think it’s super expensive, but eh. Not for me.” You want to kick him in the dick. The model chuckles and the three of you continue talking before your idol takes his leave. As soon as he’s out of earshot, you look up at your boyfriend. “The hell was that?” you ask. “Why were you so sassy?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Isagi shrugs, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. He leans down and kisses your forehead. “I was just chatting.” You decide to shrug it off after a few more moments of thought and the two of you carry on with your date. Unbeknownst to you, your favorite model had been watching the two of you the whole time after he’d “left” and Isagi was sending the meanest look imaginable at him right now, causing chills to run down the other boy’s spine.

a/n: quick little silly drabbles for my boys mwah!!